LIGHTING IN A BOTTLE
When your toes are touching the edge of the world, everything comes from the East. At your back the sun rises and hops on its bike, taking a daily route that gathers information sweeping across the world and deposits it like a newspaper in the West. Here, messages and ships alike all come in bottles, carefully packaged in the East, and they wash up on shore along with bottled storms, which, when opened, will spew prophecies in binary tongues that are for your ears only. The lighting storms are the most volatile and the most lucrative, spitting out data sheets and strings of code that can power the supercomputers in your pocket. When your toes are touching the edge of the world, and you are as far West as you can reach, everything you know flies in from the East.
Have you ever had an idea that struck you like lightning? Do you know where it came from?