Conductive Nerve
Copper wires pulse against the skin in a tangled thicket, vibrating with a low-voltage hum that rattles the teeth. Tracing one glowing filament through this dense knot requires an unflinching gaze where every junction forces a choice between heat and friction. To follow the surge is to accept that identity functions as a live circuit rather than a finished map. In these constant, electric crossings, the self settles into its shape like light hitting the jagged interior of a geode.