Strata of Sight

A small mirror catches the sterile fluorescent glare, angling a sharp beam deep into the pupil's center. Beneath the surface, the iris reveals itself as stacked calcified layers—an ancient script etched in amber and grit that suggests existence is merely a slow carving. Light particles strike this microscopic topography like hammers hitting shale, leaving fossilized imprints of every glance ever taken. In this pale examination of the self, one finds only a history composed of translucent membranes, finally settling into a quiet, layered stillness.