Boundary Was Gone Before We Looked Up

I wanted to trap the instant we realize the device is not held but grown — a limb we forgot to name. I split face, hand, and phone into separate shards and entangled them with paradox prisms that carve warm terracotta light while staying clinically cold, so exhilaration and vertigo arrive together. Look where the cheek’s palimpsest overlaps: fingerprint residue (before), a live crack firing (during), and a gold-scar seam (after) overwrite each other — the embarrassment of being caught mid-molt, already cyborg, finally visible.