Molly Notkin's party: Joelle's overdose (p. 237)
The Charles rolling away far below the windowless bathroom is vividly blue, more mildly blue on top from the fresh rainwater that had made purple rings appear and widen, a deeper Magic Marker–type blue below the dilute layer, gulls stamped to the cleared sky, motionless as kites. A bulky thump sounds from behind the large flat-top Enfield hill on the river's south shore, a large but relatively shapeless projectile of drums wrapped in brown postal paper and belted with twine hurtling in a broad upward arc that bothers the gulls into dips and wheels […]
Context
Narrated over Joelle cooking the freebase: rain-rings widening on the annularly-dyed river while an E.W.D. waste-bundle is catapulted toward the Concavity. The macro waste-cycle running in the window of her micro one — the book's two scales of annulation in a single sentence of scenery.