Meet Sunday, a woman who seems to have her life in order. Or perhaps there’s too much order. “To outsiders, her life seemed golden. On the inside, though, she was feeling more and more like one of those insects preserved in warm yellow amber and hung on museum walls…” and so Sunday embarks on a search for meaning, for contact, for something—anything.
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Pauline Shen 