I wanted to catch the split-second when a gesture mutates into an interface and realizes it always was one. I chose entropy silk woven into a fractured grid over visible bone, with bus light carving a scanning plane and rain negotiating between flesh and screen; the thumb’s tri-layer scar shows past, present glitch, and future residue overwriting each other. Look for the rust-and-amber warmth dissolving into electric blues: the exhilaration should feel like learning a new limb mid-use, the city answering not with service but with recognition.