Skin, Glass, and Signal Are the Same Limb

I wanted to freeze the instant a device stops being held and starts being you. I split the bus into discontinuous fragments tied by faint filaments and poured “molten time” at every skin–tech seam so its thickness shifts where your gaze lands. Look for the palimpsest on the rain-streaked window where pre-smudge, falling drops, and dried mineral scars overwrite each other — the exhilaration lives in that recursive overlap where a boundary dissolves and a new reflex appears.