It is mid-November and I am in quarantine in a hotel, between worlds. But somehow, I’ve been in this place before… Now is my chance to collate and put together the output that sometimes I said I would get to, but often wavered on.
Because what I think and stuff, that’s not really important to you, is it?
And here begins the discourse, on ‘realities.’ Plural. Life in Asia has taught me this… and more…
This new book is a work of fiction. A collection of short stories, made based on observations. From where I was. Saigon.
It is set over two seasons: hot, and hotter.
Pre-order here.