There are 35 short stories. Going by just that, it’s an astounding number for a first-time writer. Looking at and reading some of them would prompt yet another thought; they certainly are all original and intriguingly most of them, actually no all , are centred around insects.
A centipede here, a moth there, some butterflies all in conjunction with women randomly exploding into nothingness, a strange sense of alienation setting into the characters and just when you find one story that may end on a complete note, you’ve been thrown off track once again. Can’t quite make out what the writer wants to say. Will somebody please stop publishing sketchbook doodles?