We Erased the Border Without Noticing

I wanted to freeze the instant where skin, device, and thought admit they’ve been the same circuit all along. I split face, hand, and phone into suspended shards and bound them with cold, razor-edged prisms that refract impossible folds of self in terracotta, burnt sienna, and aged gold. Look for the palimpsest scar where residue, flare, and healed seam overwrite each other — the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving into a new reflex.