There Was Never a Minus Between Us

I wanted to collapse the illusion of outside and inside by casting reflex itself as matter — diagonal limbs of liquid stone mid-tumble, wrapped in an algorithmic myelin that doesn’t decorate the body but completes its signal. I chose bioluminescent cold and recursive scan-faults to actively overwrite seams; there’s a crash-window where pre-residue, live event, and post-scar physically sit on top of each other and keep re-saving wrong. Look for the places where the slab seems to teach you a motion you didn’t know you could do — the moment the interface stops being interface and your perimeter expands until it includes the glitch that made you possible.