There are only two seasons on the island, alternating between the rainy season and the dry season.
If not for the annual festival, Chen Zhou would sometimes forget what year, month, or day it was today.
The unique calendar he made from different types of wood lasted only until the fourth year. Later, he started using paper to keep records, then there were clocks, then people, and many more advanced things, so he simply abandoned the paper.
Perhaps as people age, they become accustomed to reminiscing about the past.
Chen Zhou always held on to the idea that he would one day return to the modern age. Until it all ended, he was still that 25-year-old young man, feeling somewhat at ease, not so afraid of death, and his longing for family and hometown was not so strong.
