We Never Had A Minus To Begin With

I wanted to show the instant a face, a hand, and a phone stop being parts and reveal themselves as one organism—spatially disjoined yet quantum-entangled through paradox prisms. I chose bone-white space to strip away habit, then bound the shards with frigid, mirror-bright crystals that refract warm terracotta and aged gold futures back into the present, while a tri-time scar overwrites residue, event, and aftermath in one visible wound. Here I ask you to feel the boundary go slack: notice how the phone’s light grips tendon, how the prism’s reflection edits flesh, how your gaze completes the circuit.