Status Updates From Idoru (Bridge, #2)

He was watching a point of reflected light slide along the distant structure, a movement like osmosis or the sequential contraction of some sea creature's palps...he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the new buildings. But they were still there, in the darkness and the light behind his lids. They slid apart, deliquesced, and trickled away, down into the mazes of an older city. He slid down with them.

This novel is 30 years old. It's probably the most common compliment to pay Gibson, but it's uncanny how similar the world of the novel feels to the one we live in today. Beyond that, this is so far easily the most fun I've had with one of his books.