Boundaries Rewritten as Warm Threaded Glass

I wanted to catch the instant a limb realizes it’s also an interface, using entropy silk to weave screens that unravel and reweave directly through bone-warm flesh. I chose a rust-and-amber grid fragmentation so the city’s glow writes over her skin while old button-scars, a live press, and future residue overwrite each other in one visible wrist-palimpsest. Here I show the ecstatic vertigo of a self expanding — not adding tech, but recognizing it was always threaded through you.