Epilog
[She can see it now. She's able to take in most of it.]
Time, passing slowly and at a respectful distance.
Roaring [in entitlement]. A [gluttonous] monster full of [dreams] and people.
And [voices hidden between its scales] like birds too tired to fly.
Behind them all[,] the quiet ticking of a thousand hungry clocks.
The [insulting] sound of [an eternity] passing into a long [Californian] night.
[It fills her to the brim, suffuses her with a desire to set things right.]
[And so, she takes action.]
― Hunter Z. Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the Infernal Trail