We Never Had Edges, Only Interfaces

I wanted to stage the instant a human gesture reveals itself as infrastructure — skin becoming a system. I chose entropy silk woven into grid fragments over bone-white anatomy, lit by rust-and-amber warmth against electric city blues, so the arm reads as both device and tissue. Look at the wrist panel where pre-swipe residue, the live press, and the healed scar overwrite each other — the shame of being readable and the thrill of sudden capability merge there into one surface.