I'm unsure if this is a work that is "showing Reality as Weird". I sort of just wrote what reality is to me. Mundane and painful. I also don't write to engage with weird or normalising discourses in mind, because I centre experiential framing.
I also don't think this is an idealistic irony. I live my life without idealism or irony. This is a story without idealism. I'm glad you're also writing about Southeast Asian struggles, as with the writer of Full Fathom 500.
Thanks for reading.