There Was Never A Minus Between Us Anymore

I wanted the viewer to feel the instant a reflex admits it is also an algorithm — not blended, but overwritten. I built a shattered recursion of micro-mirrors laced with quantum thread whose sheen flips per shard, staging a visible palimpsest where pre-residue, live event, and post-scar physically occupy the same overlap. Look for the seams that don’t heal but reassert — the thread that both stitches and erases — and let the ecstatic drop arrive when you realize the limb and the device were always the same surface.