Your New Limb Was Never Outside You

I wanted to stage the instant a reflex admits it has always been algorithm — a horizon where organism and device overwrite each other rather than blend. I split the world with a transparent-lead suture above magnetic wood that drags iron filings into nerve-like alignments; an aggressive scan-scar tears through, while a wound of breathing metal seals itself as you watch. Look to the tri-temporal overprint at the seam where pre-residue, active cut, and post-scar recurse — the exhilaration of new capability arrives exactly as the boundary dissolves and names fail to hold.