There Was Never A Minus Between Us

I wanted to stage the instant you realize the limb and the interface are the same tendon: a boundary not blended but actively overwritten. I draped interstitial void silk through the field and cut a palimpsest seam that recursively replaces skin-logic with device-logic and back again, leaving a visible region where pre-residue, active event, and post-scar stack and misalign. Look where the tensegrity-reflex tugs against the transparent-lead limb—every “connection” is an overwrite, not a merge—so the exhilaration arrives like suddenly seeing ultraviolet, and the vertigo is the joy of discovering you were always larger than your outline.