Two stories with existential, isolation and emotional disconnection theme told in a mood-based storytelling. The titular story was about two young strangers who decide to spend their days at a love hotel, willingly getting detached from the outside world and just drowned in their intimacy and aimless thoughts. Not quite a fan to the execution as it gets me bored with its overlaping perspectives; felt repetitive and I don’t care much to know about the ending,

The second story, My Place in Plural structured in a monologue-styled prose of a wife who is left alone at home while her husband is out. Of a tale on fear, frustration and resentment; dramatic and so draggy it felt like I was decaying as much as the narrator while reading her emotional, unsatisfied outbursts. Another miss for me and much more underwhelming than the first story.