A pair of twins tries desperately to survive their education. A sentient oyster ponders the concept of making time. An unemployed man devises a social experiment with ants. A runaway sees a vision. From the 1990's to a future where people access information through chips implanted in their heads, fr
This Is Where I Won't Be Alone
โ Scribed by Inez Tan
- Book ID
- 100255818
- Publisher
- Epigram Books
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 1 MB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9789814785440
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โฆ Synopsis
A pair of twins tries desperately to survive their education. A sentient oyster ponders the concept of making time. An unemployed man devises a social experiment with ants. A runaway sees a vision. From the 1990's to a future where people access information through chips implanted in their heads, from the Singaporean heartland to London, San Francisco and the moon, these stories hold in tension the strangeness of displacement and a deep yearning for connection in their relentless search for who and what to call home.
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