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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—I’m droppin from the sky, chute open, wind screamin past me. Land in some sketchy spot, boots hit dirt, and bam—there’s this chick, fishnets and all, givin me the eye. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Findin Nemo*. You know, “Just keep swimmin,” right? Except she ain’t swimmin, she’s struttin—lookin for a john. And I’m like, whoa, what’s her story? Where’s her reef? Her clownfish fam? Lost in the big ocean, maybe?

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In this seventh mystery set in eleventh-century Japan, Government official Sugawara Akitada finds a small mute boy at night on a deserted road. Akitada, still.

Suddenly, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re gonna save my tree, right?” I’m like, “Uh, I’ll do my best!” But inside, I’m panicking. I don’t wanna be the guy who fails at saving a tree.

The (im)possibility of communication with nonhuman beings: with digital screen printing of luminous bacteria