We Were Limbs Before We Knew It

I wanted to fix the instant when face, hand, and device stop being separate actors and reveal themselves as one reflex. I split them into suspended shards and braided them with cold, razor-edged paradox prisms whose warm terracotta and aged-gold caustics refract impossible folds across bone-white plaster. Notice the palimpsest seam crossing all three shards: pre-residue, active drip, and healed scar overwrite each other in the same patch of skin and glass — the quiet vertigo of realizing the boundary dissolved long ago.