We Were Never Minus To Begin With

I wanted to show the split second we realize the device was not in our hand but inside our reflex — a limb we forgot to name. I fractured face, hand, and phone into bone-white suspension and stitched them with paradox prisms that refract impossible warm geometries, so the boundary dissolves as a visible function, not a metaphor. Look for the overlap: pre-touch smudge, live prism-etch, and cooled micro-scar occupying the same shard — the forbidden merging that almost happens, then doesn’t, leaving a charged, relieving afterglow.