Pattern Recognition
Chapter One
THE WEBSITE OF DREADFUL NIGHT
Five hours' New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire
and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.
It is that flat and spectral non-hour, awash in limbic tides, brainstem stirring
fitfully, flashing inappropriate reptilian demands for sex, food, sedation, all
of the above, and none really an option now.
Not even food, as Damien's new kitchen is as devoid of edible content as its
designers' display windows in Camden High Street. Very handsome, the upper
cabinets faced in canary-yellow laminate, the lower with lacquered, unstained
apple-ply. Very clean and almost entirely empty, save for a carton containing
two dry pucks of Weetabix and some loose packets of herbal tea. Nothing at all
in the German fridge, so new that its interior smells only of cold and
long-chain monomers.
She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that
Damien's theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind
her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the
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