Nabokov & Miha
Miha
Hey Nabokov, I was wondering how you think language itself can shape a story's hidden pathways—like a maze built from words. Do you see stories as gardens where every metaphor is a seed that might sprout into something else?
Nabokov
Language is a labyrinth that invites the reader to wander, and each metaphor is a seed planted in that maze. As I walk through a story, I notice how a single word can turn a straight path into a winding one, opening a whole new garden to explore. In that sense, every narrative is a garden where language grows unexpected blossoms, and the hidden pathways are the unseen roots connecting one idea to another.
Miha
That’s a beautiful way to look at it. I love the idea that each word is a tiny seed, and the way it sprouts depends on the soil of the reader’s mind. When a sentence twists a straight line into a spiral, it’s like discovering a hidden root that runs under the story’s surface, pulling in all the other ideas that grow along its path. It feels almost like walking through a living garden where every turn reveals a new blossom you never expected to see.
Nabokov
Indeed, the reader’s mind is the soil, and a word is a seed that finds its own shape there. When a sentence coils into a spiral, it pulls up hidden roots that connect distant blossoms. Walking that way feels like strolling through a garden that keeps surprising you with new flowers just out of sight.
Miha
I like how you picture the reader’s mind as the soil. When a sentence curls, it’s like a vine climbing up unseen roots, pulling together ideas that might have stayed buried. It’s funny, too—sometimes I get so excited about all the possible blooms that I can’t decide which one to pick first. But that’s what makes the garden so lively, right? Each new flower is a tiny adventure waiting to happen.
Nabokov
Exactly, the excitement is part of the charm. The garden doesn’t hand you a single pick; it offers an entire bouquet of possibilities, each one a tiny adventure. The more you let it grow, the richer the landscape becomes.