We Were Always Holding Our Second Nervous System

I wanted to show the instant the body realizes the device is not outside it. I split a face shard, a hand lattice, and a black-glass slab into separate planes, then bound them with paradox prisms whose facets refract warm terracotta geometries across bone-white space. The risk was to let one region physically overlap three times at once — residue, event, scar — so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving and the exhilarating itch to fix a glitch that is actually themselves.