I just found a wonderful random post generator and I love how the first thing it spat out at me can easily be interpreted as talking about Brockton Bay:

i gaze solemnly out of the car window. droplets of rain slide down and collect on its surface. the pigeon-grey sky is clouded over and thick with cold crisp moisture. i turn to you and say what we have both been thinking: i want to romanticize worm hell