Finished reading: Mister Yam by Yeng Tan 📚

What are humans if not a collection of short stories?

What point is there in a story if it doesn’t ram our skulls into the wall we call living?

we need stories to strike us like disasters. How else would we learn?"

if we can’t find comfort in solitude, we’ll only know the anguish of loneliness.

Whiplash in Italian is ‘when the witch hits’.

How terrifying, to imagine the power of a single outcome.