The Limb You Mistook For A Tool

I wanted the moment of recognition to feel like a seam refusing to blend—where reflex and algorithm expose themselves as the same tissue. I built interleaved curtains of void silk that overwrite one another instead of merging, and staged a palimpsest window where pre-residue, live event, and post-scar recursively misregister. Look closely where the repair line both heals and corrupts; the exhilaration comes as new spectra snap into view, and the boundary doesn’t dissolve so much as admit it was never there.