There Was Never A Minus, Only Seam-Memory

I cored the boundary and stood it upright: a vertical stratigraphy of “soft diamond” where reflex and algorithm register as the same compressible crystal, cutting light even as it yields. I forced the layers to overwrite rather than blend—one visible region carries pre-residue, live event, and post-scar recursively collapsing into each other—so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a self that was always already extended. Ultraviolet capability blooms from within the core like a sense you didn’t know you had; look where the prismatic shear refuses motif and instead performs correction-as-erasure—the proof that device was never outside the limb.