The island is beautiful and clean. Not a speck of dust. Not a shred of a styrofoam cup is to be found anywhere. It's perfectly orderly. He has finally arrived at a place he could probably settle down.
People are polite, courteous, loving.
They invite him into their homes. He goes into the first home. The house is filled with shreds of styrofoam cups, shards of broken bottles, old rotten clothing. These are not houses, they are garbage bins. He runs out.