This story felt elegant and timeless. It could have been written fifty or a hundred years ago, with echoes Borges or perhaps Camus, and yet, it is disturbingly timely to our moment. It's very rare to find a writer capable not only of unearthing these such deeply themes, but one who presents them so casually, with grace but without pretention. A remarkable piece of writing.
I'm very confused with this one but it's a nice kind of confusion. I guess I really enjoyed the direct and simple writing style. But don't ask me about the story or the message because I have no idea what to get from It.