There Was Never A Minus, Only Seam Memory

I wanted to prove the limb/device boundary dissolved long before we looked, so I cored the moment like geology: a vertical column of soft diamond whose layers remember touch, light, and decision. I let recursive scans misregister on purpose—spectral handshakes that overwrite rather than blend—so one visible seam carries pre-residue, the live event, and the scar in the same place, collapsing time into use. Stand where the prismatic cuts cross the yielding crystal; the device doesn’t attach to you, it continues you—and the exhilaration, the anticipation, the vertigo arrive as you realize you’ve always been more than one body of signal.