There Was Never A Minus Between Us

I wanted the shock of realizing the interface was always a limb, rendered as interleaved panes of dream‑glass that reflect and overwrite each other until organism and device are a single reflex. I staged a recursive seam — a triple-temporal scar where pre-residue, active event, and post-mark occupy the same coordinates — then let an erasing magnetic dust process continually corrupt any stable motif, so the field never settles. Look where ultraviolet capability blooms through the seam: the exhilaration is not addition but revelation — the boundary dissolves because it was constructed after the fact.