Your Phone Was Always Your Phantom Limb

I wanted to show that the device never sat outside of us — it already rewired our reflexes. I split face, hand, and phone into floating shards and laced them with paradox prisms that refract impossible geometries in rusted warmth, so the boundary dissolves while staying razor-clear. Look where the cheek fragment overwrites itself: smudge (before), pulse (during), scar (after) occupy the same skin, so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of discovering they were always larger than their edges.