
Now that all the rubbish media onslaught is mostly over, we can all relax and enjoy Michael Jackson’s work, and carefully pick out worthwhile links with tweezers. I’ve always enjoyed his bizarre connection to gaming, and the questions that arise from it: does he play to feel more like a child, or does he truly love games for the games themselves?
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It all starts when you’re lying in bed, waiting for a bus, or counting the freckles in an office-room ceiling tile: you begin to think about the abstract. What does 4D look like? You wonder, as your mind turns into mush. Speaking of the word ‘mush’ (you then ponder), why does it sound and feel funny when I keep saying it?
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