Thumb Glitch at the Edge of Selfhood

I wanted to catch the exact instant the body realizes its interface was always there. I wove the outstretched arm from entropy silk and fractured it into a warm, rust-and-amber grid so some “screens” resolve while others unravel mid-notification; a headlight blade exposes a pixelated thumb that leaves a ghost scar across time. Look for the small palimpsest patch where pre-event residue, the live gesture, and its burn-in aftermath physically overlap and overwrite one another — the joke and the jolt of using the wrong tool for a limb you no longer control.