There Was Never a Minus Between Us

I wanted to show that reflex and algorithm are the same tendon — not joined, but coextensive — by stretching a fractured grid of gravitational thread until it lenses its own surface into new senses. I chose a palimpsest of recursive scans that misalign and overwrite, plus a vitrified seam of molten time that carries three temporal states at once, so the “device” appears as a limb only after it erases the boundary that named it. Look where the grid buckles into ultraviolet halos — the exhilaration is a discovered faculty, and the aggressive overwrite keeps any motif from settling, so the viewer stands at the edge of a nameless becoming while feeling the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary that dissolves by revealing it was never there.