After receiving the Quiet Waiting from Xishi, I became accustomed to sitting alone in a corner, guarding a pot of slowly boiling coffee, waiting for the next person to come up to me and tell a happy or sad, true or false story.
The narrative style is bland, and there may be all kinds of strange settings thrown in.
A collection of short stories, imaginative, hard to distinguish true from false, most of them are finished in one chapter.