the voice wants to be a hand and the hand wants to be something useful
”No, nothing like that. It’s uh...” This was far more complicated than Nate had expected. ”So... at some point, someone invented a thing that took pictures of exactly what you were seeing. And then later on someone figured out how to flip through all those pictures really fast, so you can show the same thing over and over again on a tele-uh, on... a projector.” He pauses a moment to walk through his words again. ”Yea. That’s what a movie is. A bunch of pictures moving really fast.” Cars would have been far easier to explain.
The next confusion is far easier to reciting, Melita’s name apparently known to the painter, something that fills Nate with a small amount of pride, for reasons he can’t quite put his finger on. ”I didn’t know she could paint.” He murmurs softly, eyes lifting to take in the bold landscape, the bright colours, so at odds with how he imagined Korofi.
”Well what does a ghost look like to you then?” Nate did his best to not sound dismissive, but honestly. It might not be the universal symbol of a ghost, but it was certainly one of the more recognizable. His little mask turns out exactly as he expected, the shape about the only decent thing about it.
The next confusion is far easier to reciting, Melita’s name apparently known to the painter, something that fills Nate with a small amount of pride, for reasons he can’t quite put his finger on. ”I didn’t know she could paint.” He murmurs softly, eyes lifting to take in the bold landscape, the bright colours, so at odds with how he imagined Korofi.
”Well what does a ghost look like to you then?” Nate did his best to not sound dismissive, but honestly. It might not be the universal symbol of a ghost, but it was certainly one of the more recognizable. His little mask turns out exactly as he expected, the shape about the only decent thing about it.
NATE
