the last Javan Tiger was seen in 1972 and officially declared extinct in 2003. this fact has nothing to do with this story. i just find the history of the Indonesian Tigers to be particularly sad.
Agi lives alone in her thoughts, dreams, and memories. she wants things that have no names, is nostalgic for things that may never have existed, and hopes that her nearest convenience store hasn't run out of green tea ice cream.
like the last Javanese Tiger, she feels completely alone and isolated. Unlike the tiger, Agi is small, meek, self conscious, OCD, and would much rather be reading secondhand books and crushing on baristas, librarians, and the very cute hipster girl that works at the novelty gift shop than almost anything else in the world.
Join Agi through what the author hopes will not be a complete maudlin mess of sads and disappointment!
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