Feedback Loop

The sensation of a limb that isn’t there, yet its echo lingers, we find ourselves in a dance with memories—perceptions mingled like watercolors bleeding on paper. Is it yearning or misunderstanding?

As technology interfaces with our bodies, we reach into the ungraspable, as if
reaching into a fog where senses blur. We must constantly adjust, tune, and reshape our understanding as the signals between our minds and bodies diverge and converge, weaving a narrative that often feels foreign.

Fingers Tapping at the Universe - A reflection of touch and sensation.
Echoes of the Forgotten - Fragments of voices in our peripheral senses.

Memory itself acts like a phantom. What does it mean to hold what we can’t hold? Simulteneity fights itself, fracturing.