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  1. Oct 2026
    1. But the most frightening thing we can do at such times is to turn our backs on it, to close our eyes. For then we take the most precious thing inside us and surrender it to something else. In my case, that something was the wave.’

      This line hit hard because grief comes in many forms. Each form has its own challenges, and I think being able to say that turning away from it, turning away from fear, sadness, loss, anger, can take away the better things in life. Letting those feelings eat away at you only takes, it never has anything to give.

    2. The more I studied K.’s watercolour that evening, the greater the conviction with which I began to believe these new thoughts of mine. For no matter how long I continued to look at the picture, I could find nothing in it but a boy’s gentle, innocent spirit.

      It seems like this is showing him reaching the final stage of grief which is acceptance. Grief is something that looks so different and is deeply personal for any individual. The fact that he is looking at these paintings and is now looking back at that incident and thinking his friend didn't hate him but was instead saying goodbye is really impactful.

    3. I was afraid that if I did, my dream might happen in reality. I had always enjoyed swimming, but after that day I never even went to swim in a pool. I wouldn’t go near deep rivers or lakes. I avoided boats and wouldn’t take a plane to go abroad. Despite all these precautions, I couldn’t get rid of the image of myself drowning. Like K.’s cold hand, this dark premonition caught hold of my mind and refused to let go.

      This is terrifying and I get why he wouldn't want to be near any body of water after that event. Guilt can eat you alive when untreated and it's sad that this fear has taken over his life.

    4. The silence came over everything again–a desperate silence, as though sound itself had been ripped from the earth. The wave had swallowed K. and disappeared into the far distance. I stood there, wondering what to do.

      When I read this, in the most non-funny way possible, I got a mental image from the Youtube animated series "Llamas with Hats" where Carl says "That is what forgiveness sounds like--screaming and then silence". That feeling of knowing you cannot do anything but have to live with what you saw is hard to deal with ,but you have to figure out what forgiveness looks like for yourself so you can move on.

    5. In the eye of the typhoon, though, it all looked different: the colour of the sky and of the sea, the sound of the waves, the smell of the tide, the whole expanse of the shore. We sat atop the breakwater for a time, taking in the view without a word to each other. We were supposedly in the middle of a great typhoon, and yet the waves were strangely hushed. And the point where they washed against the beach was much farther away than usual, even at low tide. The white sand stretched out before us as far as we could see. The whole, huge space felt like a room without furniture, except for the band of flotsam that lined the beach.

      Substantial Note:

      I really like this section for a few reasons. I think the language the author uses in conjunction with the imagery he has been using throughout this story really helps the reader to feel like this is a surreal experience. Some people may have never experienced a typhoon before, but by describing the aftermath as feeling further away from your life or how the surrounding shores look different despite it still looking very much the same, it can help giv4e some perspective. I like the imagery of an eye in a storm because I think it adds another sense of unease for disasters like these, like you are being watched but not by something or someone who is similar to you, more like something that is beyond your understanding. I like the language he uses here because it truly feels like I am being told a story as opposed to just reading one if that makes sense.

    6. I looked up at the sky. The storm’s great ‘eye’ seemed to be up there, fixing its cold stare on all of us below. No such ‘eye’ existed, of course: we were just in that momentary quiet spot at the centre of the pool of whirling air.

      I can imagine that this felt a bit odd, like you were being watched by something higher than yourself. The way in which people view humanity in other things like nature is something I love seeing in stories because I think it is just really cool to think about how as a species, we try to find meaning in everything.

    7. There was something strange and unreal about it. I stayed outside on the porch, watching the sky, until the wind began to howl and the rain began to beat against the house with a weird dry sound, like handfuls of sand

      I think describing the sound against the wall as dry and sand-like is interesting since typhoons are wet. To have a natural disaster that leaves wetness in its wake be described as leaving dry sounds is interesting.

    8. In his case, though, the expression seemed to have been there from long before, as though it were part of him

      I think this is good foreshadowing because this is such a specific yet mysterious way to describe someone. It gives the sense of knowing something is there but like the author described, you don't have the words to explain it.

    9. The small group that huddled in a circle could hear the wind tearing through the darkness outside, heading west

      I think describing the surrounding people and environment near the man telling a story lets you know what kind of atmosphere they are in. It isn't just a man telling a story, there is wind and harsh weather and people huddled together as he is telling this story which is another story.