Better Living Through Plastic Explosive - Pg 133 : Mister Kakami

   What he was, in fact, was a man struggling to remember why he was here in this island rainforest, surrounded by all this slurry of activity, in the first place.   Because. Because the low hum of his parents' voices, whenever he had drifted off to sleep in the back seat of the car on the way home from the movie theatre, was the greatest soundtrack ever made. Because, once upon a time, Jessica Lange's face had been the closest thing to looking straight into the sun and not going blind.