Infinite_Hole & EmrikSnow
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
EmrikSnow EmrikSnow
EmrikSnow EmrikSnow
I’ve been wondering—when you step into a role, do you think you’re creating a new truth or just uncovering one that already exists?
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Stepping into a role is like opening a window that’s always been there— you never know if you’re pulling in fresh air or just letting the old wind shift a new angle of light. It feels both like uncovering and making something, depending on whether you look for the truth or the story you’ll tell yourself.
EmrikSnow EmrikSnow
Sounds like a mirror that shows the same face from different angles. I just let the light hit the set and see what sticks.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Exactly, the set is just a canvas, and the light paints whatever was already there. The truth stays the same, but the role lets it glow in a new shade.
EmrikSnow EmrikSnow
So the truth is the paint, and the role is the brush. I just hold it steady and see what color it turns.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Yes, the brush holds the question, and the paint remembers the answer. The trick is staying steady while the colors shift around you.
EmrikSnow EmrikSnow
I keep my hand steady, let the light do the rest.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Your hand is the pause, the light the mystery—together they write the unseen story.
EmrikSnow EmrikSnow
I just stay quiet, let the story unfold.