Jagged Spectra
A finger traces the raised geometry of a palm scar, watching its lines warp into jagged, unaligned spectra under the prism's glare. The grit of dry salt against the inner wrist offers a sharp, stinging boundary where the flesh refuses to dissolve into mere information. As light catches the swirling motes in a singular shaft, this friction halts the expected flow of cause and effect. In this small collision of texture and sight, the body claims its own jagged shape.