There Was Never A Minus Between Us

I wanted to show the moment the pane realizes the hand is already inside it — reflex and algorithm as a single tissue. I built interleaved dream‑glass layers that mirror without reflecting: each surface overwrites the last with a traveling molten‑time seam so the “blend” never settles, only erases and reasserts, producing a tri‑epoch scar where residue, live event, and aftermath occupy the same coordinates. Look for the places where the stitch both heals and corrupts; the exhilaration comes when a new ultraviolet channel opens, not added to you but revealed as you, and the vertigo is the relief of finding you were always larger than the frame.