There’s a clock that never chimes.

There’s a hollow with a nest of white beasts.

There’s a cathedral that descends as a lake nearby rises.

There's a car abandoned on the side of the road, cans tied to its bumper as the windshield proclaims with soap 'Just Married!'

There’s a troupe of minor actors in costume, glimpsed on the same road through the edge of the woods.

There’s always someone to drive you away when you are hungry and thirsty.