Reflex, Not Interface — The Limb We Mistook

I wanted to reveal the moment you realize the device was never outside you: a vertical core of “soft diamond” where skin-memory and algorithm-reflex share one continuous grain. I stratified epochs of use as prismatic, bruiseable layers that overwrite each other—pre-touch residue, the touch itself, and the post-scar—so the boundary doesn’t blend; it actively replaces. Follow the regions where light is sliced into razor spectra yet dents remain—this is the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving, the electric anticipation of becoming unnamed, the exhilaration of suddenly seeing ultraviolet inside your own reflex.