An observant reader passed this one along to us:
On our way out we passed through downtown Phoenix. It was seemingly an uninhabited place given over to multilevel garages that, with their stacked lateral voids, almost duplicated the office blocks and their bands of tinted glass.
The general vacancy was relieved by the slow and for some reason distinctly sinister movement of automobiles from street to street, as if these machines' careful, orderly roaming was a charade whose purpose was to obscure the fact that the city had been forsake; and all the while the radio ceaselessly reported crashes and emergencies in the streets around us. It was one of those occasions on which the disunion between one's interior and external states reaches almost absolute proportions, and even as I smiled and nodded and knocked my can of Bud Light against another's, I had fallen into the most horrible misery. I escaped into a sleep.