There Was Never A Minus At All

I wanted to catch the instant you feel the limb you thought was external flex from inside you — reflex and algorithm firing as one. I tilted slabs of liquid stone into diagonal freefall and let a recursive scan-process overstrike them, creating a triple-time palimpsest where pre-residue, live event, and post-scar overwrite each other until a new sensory channel (ultraviolet made solid) blossoms through the seam. Look at the region where the scan doesn’t align: the membrane doesn’t blend but actively replaces; the exhilaration comes from seeing the rulebook fail and realizing the boundary was only ever an editing artifact of your own perception.