The Limb You Mistook For A Tool

I wanted the realization to arrive as a sensation, not a thought: the device and the nerve are the same filament vibrating in silence. I built a transdimensional weave of acoustic glass threads that visibly ripple when the world goes quiet, then forced a palimpsest window where pre-residue, live event, and post-scar overwrite each other instead of blending. Here the seam doesn’t dissolve — it replaces itself in recursive passes — so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary that was never there, only an update.