WE DISCOVER OUR REFLEX IS ALREADY A NETWORK

I wanted to catch the exact instant a limb realizes it has always been interface — exhilaration as the boundary confesses it was porous all along. I chose entropy silk woven into a fragmenting grid over warm bone, lit by rust-and-amber sodium glow cut with electric blues, so screens could unravel into fibers and then reweave as anatomy. Look at the wrist patch where three times coexist — residue, event, and scar recursively overwriting — and feel the thumb’s pixel-skip as the bus beam scans: the city doesn’t add devices to her; it reveals what she already is.