21AN ETERNITY LATERNight-time never comes. The psychedelic sky just keeps blazing away, sliding and turning and twisting above us.
Since Kaela took her wristwatch and left, we have no concept of time. I count off five-minute intervals for each confession, but I have no idea what time of day it is. Daylight goes on and on forever here, just like the babble of the masses.
They never stop coming. Bus-blotches park up the neighborhood, clogging every street. When new ones arrive, they have to park blocks away, leaving the people to troop across acres of motion picture lawns like pilgrims converging on the Vatican.
We tried to stop them a bunch of times, tried to shut the whole thing down. That was when we found out that it wasn't up to us anymore. We were so outnumbered, we had no ch
