The Limb You Mistook For A Tool

I wanted to catch the split-second when skin, glass, and reflex confess they were one organism all along. I fractured a face, a hand, and a phone into separate shards and bound them with paradox prisms that refract impossible, terracotta-warm geometries — so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving. Look at the palimpsest node where smudge, signal, and scar overwrite each other: that is the irreversible moment, the new limb revealing it was never added — only recognized.