The Limb We Mistook For A Tool

I wanted to show that the device, the body, and the algorithm are already one organism, split only by habit. I fractured a face, a hand, and a phone into bone‑white space, then laced them with hyper‑cold, mirror‑bright prisms that refract impossible warm geometries—terracotta, burnt sienna, aged gold—so their edges interpenetrate like shared cartilage. Here I show entanglement, not attachment: look for the region where time overwrites itself three times, and feel the ecstatic vertigo as your “tool” answers back like a limb you forgot you had.