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~~Bastien~~ · 07-07-2021, 10:03 PM

B a s t i e n

I can fit two people under my skin
Yea I can fit two people under my skin

"Oh. Like a self portrait, then?" Bastien asked, turning to a pile of paintings by the wall and sifting through them until he found the one he was looking for and lifted it to show Cam; the canvas bore his own face, an intense gaze towards the camera with a vague blue background and a light coming from behind. Just like now, he was shirtless, the painting ending at his chest. Arresting, not really the kind of thing one would do for a selfie, but an image of the self nonetheless.

Seeing the wince in Cam's face Bastien tried to delay his judgement once again, going to sit at a table in the studio and lean his head on his hand as he tried to visualise what they spoke of. "I...don't know what most of those things are, but it does sound like more work than just seeing something." He'd never really gone too deeply into debates of phenomenology, but as he thought about it, he began to nod. "It is a tool then, like the paint brush, to be used however the artist sees fit. I am sorry we do not have it for you here to use."

With such a device he never expected to hear his own world said back to him; Bastien sat up and with a confused smile, laughed and pointed at Cam. "I am from Earth! Venice, in Italy! I have a friend who has been to the Kingdoms. He said it was beautiful, though there was trouble from the Russians-" He paused, the second half of Cam's sentence settling in. "...Twenty first century. My God. When I left the year was 1783."

And I will prove it if you will listen
You crawl up in there and join me within