Chrome

Chrome on detailed or compound surfaces scrambles the corpus callosum; wringing this tough body of neural fibers until its messages slip, not from one hemisphere to another, but back and forth within the membrane until their energy is expended; a loop for rays. These bright bounces are semifluids, mirroring the world in rubber and fractions — making the forms they shroud XY tables for critical angles of incidence. Cutting in, we might move back through chromium, nickel, copper and steel, or through the flakes of clear polyurethane, flashes of aluminum vapor and black styrene, or maybe even grind through polished silver or stainless directly. The mechanics are always the same — they aren’t mirrors, but optopathic tiles. Where the mirror reflects and distorts the world in ways that junior geometers can calculate, the mirrormosaic splits the self — transferring the functions of representation to a suborgan incapable of passing the pieces on to the solver.