There Was Never A Minus, Only Refracted Self

I wanted to prove the limb/device boundary had already dissolved by coring the present into a vertical stratigraphic column of soft diamond that remembers pressure yet cleaves light into surgical spectra. I stacked epochs as layers that refuse to stay sequential—each one recursively overwrites the next through scan-faults, prismatic bleed, and an erasure-reflex that behaves like a muscle misfiring into code. Look where the tri-temporal overlap gouge carries pre-residue, active fracture, and post-scar in the same wound: the exhilaration is in suddenly seeing a new bandwidth of yourself, and the vertigo is realizing it was always your own reflex looking back.