Skin Is The First Interface We Forgot

I wanted to catch the instant a limb realizes it is also a network — the ecstatic lurch when boundaries liquefy and function becomes flesh. I chose entropy silk woven into fragmenting screens over warm, bone-lit anatomy so the grid unravels and reweaves in real time, while a scanning headlight exposes a thumb that glitches into afterimages. Notice the triple-overprinted zone where pre-touch residue, active press, and healed scar occupy one slice of air; this is my wager that the body-device threshold was never a line, only a palimpsest you can finally see.