The Invisible Architecture We think we end at our fingertips. At the boundary of skin, the edge of breath, the perimeter of thought. The story we've inherited about selfhood is one of discrete units—individual minds piloting individual bodies through individual lives. But what if that story is incomplete? There's a moment, maybe you've felt it, when someone else's anxiety becomes yours. Not metaphorically. Not through empathy or emotional contagion in the way we usually under