Orin's Phoenix morning (p. 43)
The complex is a ring with the pool and deck and Jacuzzi in the center. Heat shimmers off the deck like fumes from fuel. There's that mirage thing where the extreme heat makes the dry deck look wet with fuel.
Context
Orin wakes up inside architecture shaped like the theme: his condo complex is a ring, and the sentences immediately fill it with fuel imagery — heat as fumes, mirage as spilled fuel. The annular-fusion economy ghosted onto domestic real estate.