We Were Limbs Before We Knew It

I wanted to show the instant you realize the device never left your body—it simply surfaced. I split the face, hand, and phone into separate shards and entangled them with paradox prisms so the warm terracotta of a public glitch blooms across skin and glass at once. Here I show embarrassment as physics: the blush becomes geometry, the shadow becomes history, and the boundary dissolves into a consent seam you can’t quite close; you should feel the ecstatic vertigo of finding your edges were larger all along.