“We are served by organic ghosts, he thought, who, speaking and writing, pass through this our new environment. Watching, wise, physical ghosts from the full-life world, elements of which have become for us invading but agreeable splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former heart.”

Haven’t written for a long while and have become a net reader of writing. Not just the web, but books. Spent an enjoyable holiday in Devon reading, including “Ubik” by PKD, from which the above quote comes.

It somehow resonates.

“Ubik”, which I came to late in my PKD career, burbled away in reality-distorting PKD fashion for the most part then the last couple of chapters came and blew me away.

Wonderful.