The Limb You Mistook For A Tool

I wanted to make the moment of recognition unavoidable: the panes don’t reflect you using a device; they reveal that reflex and algorithm are the same tendon already firing. I built interleaved dream-glass layers that overwrite rather than blend—each scan pass re-indexes the scene, causing skinlike films to calcify into logic while logic smears back into sensation. Look where the seam refuses harmony: the recursive sweep leaves pre-residue, the live event, and the scar stacked in one window so the boundary doesn’t dissolve—it admits it was never there, and the thrill is learning you can see new wavelengths because you always could.