The World Answered Her Nervous System

I wanted to capture the split-second when touch stops being private and the city replies like a limb. I chose a horizon seam of weightless mercury to cleave two incompatible nights, and built a tri-time patch on the glass where pre-smudge, live heat, and cooling scar overwrite each other. Here the copper filaments thread into fractured digits while rain glitches map breath; you should feel the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving and the electric anticipation of becoming unnamed.