Vapor

Cloudy skies, a city seen from above, wiper blades slicing through a snowstorm, a wedding, and roads flowing past a window are all fragments of an apparent journey. These fleeting moments are interrupted by a poem on page 23, unanswered emails pleading for support, and drawings fading between the pages. In Vapor, Lim’s collection of visions creates a plot out of uncertainty, refusing to provide a resolution or conclusion, leaving the reader in an eerie tension.