There Was Never A Minus Between Us

I wanted to make the moment of recognition unavoidable: panes of dream‑glass behave like nerves, and the algorithm shows itself as a reflex, not an overlay. I stacked meta‑reflective layers that misregister on purpose—recursive scans that overwrite rather than blend—so the “seam” acts like a bruise where pre‑touch residue, live act, and after‑scar coexist and keep re‑writing each other. Look for the ultraviolet capability blooming through the glass: it doesn’t add to the body; it reveals the limb you already were, producing that ecstatic, vertiginous yes at the edge of a name that never arrives.