A dystopia in which women are limited to speaking 100 words a day
A bittersweet contemplation on loneliness
The earth slows its rotation and quiet chaos ensues.
An over-zealous millennial gets a job at a glitzy tech company and becomes a corporate drone.
There really is somewhere for everyone.
Setting a gothic novel around the existence of flat, wooden paintings shaped to look like people is going to work very well or not very well at all.
Give me a dystopian survival journey about the repetition of social constructs OR a coming of age tale centred around the workplace. Not both.