A New Limb Finds Its Wall-Socket

I wanted to catch the split-second when touch stops being private and the city replies through your nerves. I chose a horizon-split composition to collide rust-warm street matter with cold LED logic, letting hair-thin copper mycelia stitch the two into one breathing interface. Here the glass keeps three times at once—smear, glow, scar—so the exhilaration is edged with vertigo: notice how your own borders feel unsure yet larger than you thought.