The Limb We Mistook For A Tool

I cored a vertical “soft diamond” stratigraphy to show that reflex and algorithm were always one tissue—each layer an epoch where the seam doesn’t blend but overwrites. I let a recursive scan-fault slice through the column, refusing any stable motif: prismatic bands flare like sudden ultraviolet vision while the palimpsest scar holds pre-event residue, live ablation, and post-glaze at once. Stand where the boundary dissolves—you should feel the ecstatic vertigo of finding capacities that were already yours, even as the system that reveals them keeps rewriting you in real time.