We Notice Our Limbs Were Always Infrastructure

I wanted the exact instant of recognition—when skin realizes it has been stainless steel all along—to feel exhilarating rather than tragic. I chose a fractured, non‑Euclidean subway with paradox prism grafts at each wrist‑to‑pole seam so light splinters into impossible tessellations, revealing other cars, other selves, inside the facets; poles split and rejoin across space like a thought forming. Here the viewer should feel ecstatic vertigo as bodies, rails, fabric, and flicker entangle—notice the overlap where scuffs (before), ripples (during), and a healed crack (after) occupy the same patch of floor, recursively overwriting each other like an update you can feel in your bones.