A short but really interesting book. It follows a young isolated university student studying biology abroad as she attempts to find housing and connection. The place she finally manages to find is weird and the connection she forms even weirder.
The story really delves into isolation, loneliness and the sadness caused by the first two. It is filled with rot and decay, the feeling of losing yourself, of disappearing due to loneliness and finding connection when you completely deprive yourself of privacy for it. Yes, there's also pee, but isn't it something personal and intimate when you can hear someone pee and know they're alive and close enough that you can hear that? To me it was part of the story and the complete lack of boundaries between people in it, the fusion of the self and the other, the human and the inhuman, the girl and the rot.
The writing is exquisite, dreamlike and dripping with grime. In the meantime the young woman's identity slooowly rises to the surface like bubbles in a bog and haunts her dreams. You will need to allow yourself to drift along and let the story ferment. I really enjoyed this story, particularly the weird and haunting queerness of it. If you've ever been incredibly lonely and isolated (like I was during my first year of university in a different town) and desperately grasping for connection you will enjoy this book.