I might diligently record all that happens in Moonlight Bay and, by extension, in the rest of the world as the contamination spreads-but record it to no avail, because there might one day be no one left to read my words or no one capable of reading them. I'll take my chances.
If I were a betting man, I'd bet that some species will arise from the chaos to replace us, to be masters of the earth as we were. Indeed, if I were a betting man, I'd put my money on the dogs.
Sunday night, the sky was as deep as the face of God, and the stars were as pure as tears. The four of us went to the beach. Fourteen foot, fully macking, glassy monoliths pumped ceaselessly out of far Tahiti. It was epic. It was so live.
Moonlight Bay's radio station, KBAY, is entirely a fictional enter prise. The real KBAY is located in Santa Cruz, California, and none of the employees of the Moonlight Bay station is based on any past or present employee of the Santa Cruz station. These call letters were borrowed here for one reason: They're cool.
In chapter seventeen, Christopher Snow quotes a line from a poem by Louise Ghick. The title of the poem is "Lullaby," and it appears in Ms. Ghick's wonderful and moving Ararat.
Christopher Snow, Bobby Halloway, Sasha Goodall, and Orson are real. I have spent many months with them. I like their company, and I intend to spend a lot more time with them in the years to come. -DK
The End
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