Reflectology of a Fragmented Toenail

This is an excerpt from the introduction to an exciting new project which started last night.

"... this trivial act of creating black lines meeting and separating each other in various angles, lining up on a shiny screen in front me as it reflects the lamplight and quivers from the pressure of my fingers typing.
…If I don’t press save, it’s never happened."

Don't judge it, yet.