Released 30 April 2024 // Creative Non-Fiction // 72 pages
 
I embrace the disgust at my own image, my bodily burden. I understand myself as a monster, only capable of ugliness, an unwanted distortion without the potential to be loved. In time, the light wanes. There is no more tenderness, not for the self.
 
'The voice in Li's coming-of-age stories is steadfast and self-reflexive. "Can I bear to tell you my secrets?": Li wrestles with notions about one's masculinity and monstrosity to gift us this book.'
 
– Tim Tim Cheng, poet
 
'Daryl Li's wry, sardonic, self-deprecating voice rings clear and true, and never fails to strike the right chord in my ear. He is proving himself to be one of the most promising and compelling essayists of our generation in Singapore.'
 
– Daryl Qilin Yam, novelist and arts organiser