‘They left the cafe and drove west on Sunset Boulevard almost to the old abandoned freeway, and then he parked the car at Black Clock Park, where the strolled the time-capsule cemetery looking at the headstones where the time capsules were buried. It started to rain; it seemed to rain all the time, a growing freakishness of the weather, strange guerrilla assaults of jigsaw lightning and increasingly torrential downpours.’
from The Sea Came in at Midnight by Steve Erickson
Absence Club 