The Interface Was Always Under My Skin

I wanted to catch the exact instant an ordinary touch becomes an operating system — not gadget on flesh, but nerve meeting city. I chose a horizon of weightless mercury to cleave two incompatible worlds, then let condensation, copper, and misbehaving digits braid into a single, breath-synced circuit. Look where the glass blossoms into a palimpsest scar: pre-residue, active heat, and post-etch overwrite each other, so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving into a capability they suddenly recognize as their own.