We Were Always Holding Our Own Interface

I wanted the split-second panic of a private glitch going public—the exact swipe where skin confesses circuitry. I chose an off-center void that functions as a temporal palimpsest and a paradox prism map so the boundary literally dissolves into light and residue. Here I show the body discovering it was already a device: watch the peel of flesh into warm metal, the passengers flicker, and the map bloom refract a future that overwrites the past in the same square of air.