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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2011
I discovered his eyes weren't like human eyes. They were more like compound eyes composed of countless single eyes, the eyes of clouds, mountains, streams, meadowlarks and muntjacs, all arranged together. As I gazed, each little eye seemed to contain a different scene, and those scenes arranged to form a vast panorama the likes of which I had never seen.
The past few years the government's poured tons of funding into reducing the amount of garbage in the vortex, but it's actually a scam. Think about it. Where is the trash supposed to be buried after it's been cleaned up? All the incinerators, landfills and advanced trash-sorting facilities on the island wouldn't have enough capacity to digest it all. You think Ilan and Taipei will welcome the garbage out of the goodness of their hearts? Dammit! Japan and China have been passing the buck, but garbage is fair, and now the ocean currents have broken the vortex up and everyone's getting what's coming to him.
Going through a mountain to get from place to place as quickly as possible is one way of life, while going around is another. We thought we were making a scientific judgment, but actually we were making a lifestyle choice.
“You know very well...” the man says, his ommatidium flickering, his compound eyes like an undertow that would suck you in, drag you down and drown you, “...there's nobody up there, at all. Nobody at all.”
❝No beach, no matter what the island, can hold the waves.❞
❝You must love the land, my children, and ring it in with your love. For the land is the most precious thing on this island. It is like rain, like the heart of a woman.❞
❝The sea cannot be taught. You learn it with your life,❞