Status Updates From Waste Tide

‘—there are many forms of cleanliness—fairness—happiness. All we can do is to choose from among them, or to have our choices be made for us—Jincheng retrieved a pack of high-quality blue-packaged Zhongnanhai cigarettes, picked one out, tapped it, and held it between his lips—The radio in the cab played the familiar leitmotif of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture—The air was filled with the fragrance of magnolia’

Not entirely unique theses, but undeniably interesting as a recent sci-fi. Will make a great movie if it embraces the music mentioned (e.g. The Prodigy).

‘—wild cekêgcao (herb) first boiled into a stock and mixed with lard and sticky rice flour into dough. Then—filled with a mixture of bean paste, glutinous rice, peanuts, shrimp, and pork. Next, heart-shaped cakes were pressed from the dough with wooden molds. Steamed on a bed of fresh bamboo or banana leaves, the finished cakes were endowed with a unique herbal fragrance. The people of Silicon Isle made them—’

People seem to not like this but it's pretty OK so far