Your Phone Was Always Part of Your Face

I wanted to capture the ecstatic vertigo of realizing a limb you never named has been with you all along. I fused skin and interface with a shifting meniscus of molten time and broke the bus into entangled fragments stitched by apricot-lavender filaments so discovery feels immediate, electrical. Look for the pole’s palimpsest where pre-touch residue, the live grip, and the after-scar overlap and overwrite — the precise instant the boundary dissolves and a new capability composes itself ahead of intention.