Video games. Glare of my life, fire of my thumbs. My savior, my soul.
Put a controller in your hand. Con-troll-er. Say it: two steps down the palate to end, awkwardly, at ‘Er.’ Lips pursed, you resemble a mouth-breathing goon. It’s OK, friend. Feel the ergonomic delight. Cradle it. Too intense? Briefly put it down. Take a breath, and seek out a beverage. The refrigerator is just in the other room.
I can wait.
Now, look at yourself for a moment. You are playing a game, aren’t you? Maybe you are not. Perhaps you’re playing a Wittgensteinian sort of game; a language game. Maybe there’s a game in your love-life; a game of wits; a game entirely, utterly in your head. A game of chance. A game of WoW while you’re reading this, you multi-tasking God, you. Pat yourself on the back. Gently, now.
These games, they all exist, but here I will be only speaking of the video variety. And let me tell you, it’s a great variety to write about. Seriously, vices never felt this good. Not here, in life. Example: I’ve yet to see a person gaily jump 10 feet in the air. Collected coins never made a ding when picked up off the street. I can’t skip unnecessary cut-scenes. No level-ups, and my bosses are too big to conquer.
I will be writing to you daily. My name is Austin Boosinger, and I will gladly take your hand if you choose to join me. Play this game with me.
Look at this cavalcade of pixels.
Groovy.
everyday? do you even brush your teeth everyday? This looks like a great (groovy) thing coming. Calvino helping?
Absolutely (to all of the above).