For some reason waves hitting the shore bring uneasiness to some, especially when they look out over a scene that grows 20 percent larger than expected. But when it came down to it, I seemed to be in the middle of the road. I connected with that miraculous line which brought the sky together with the ocean, a sensation of being a part of an endless. Everything silent, everything real. 

Banana Yoshimoto’s Amrita (1994)