The Limb Was Always a Signal, Not Skin

I wanted to prove the boundary dissolved before we looked up, so I carved a landscape of liquid stone that flows yet holds its own weight, curling around an off‑center void that is the true subject. I chose tendon-like ribbons that become circuit-etched as they near the emptiness, bathing them in twilight orchard glow so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a body discovering it was already networked. Here I show reflexes as architecture and algorithms as afterimages on glass; notice how the same region carries pre-residue, active flare, and cooling scar at once — a temporal palimpsest where organism and device overwrite each other in real time.