**Your Reflection Returns as System Status Text**

I wanted the exact jolt when the body recognizes itself as infrastructure. I grew the subway from paradox prism so every pole refracts recursive micro-scenes; flesh fuses to chrome while LED glyphs crawl across irises—fracturing time into pre-smudge, live-pulse, and after-scar on the same pane. Look for the region where condensation, ticker reflections, and etched oxide overwrite each other: the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving is held there.