From my blurb: “I emerged from Interlucent to a sun-backlit bedroom, a space of intimacy that pairs perfectly with Ren’s collection. Interlucent witnesses, and, in doing so, reframes: flame turns to winter wind, death to efflorescence. This is a story of destruction, of violences both slow and acute. So too is it the story of the weary pause that follows. And yet, we are reminded: ‘even this stillness / shivers with possibility.’”