My world foreshortened, flattening into a credit card. Seen head on, things seemed merely skewed, but from the side the view was virtually meaningless--a one-dimensional wafer. Everything about me may have been crammed in there, but it was only plastic. Indecipherable except to some machine.
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
credit-card, identity, plastic, self