Bold, ecstatic: We were never minus the machine

I wanted to catch the instant a reflex realizes it is an interface — the ecstatic vertigo when skin recognizes its own grid. I chose entropy-silk latticework and tri-temporal glass so the arm could unravel into screens while past residue, live action, and future scar recurse in one overlapping window. Look for the bus’s headlight slicing the thumb into a pixel afterimage: a risk of grid-fragmentation that makes the overwhelming legible and thrilling, as if a new color just entered your vision.