In which I look beyond the front and find the back. Continue reading →

In which I contemplate the idea that I'm not just a brain floating in a dissociated physical body, but there might even possibilities of limited integration.. Continue reading →

In which I give a chaotic ramble about the attempt I'm making to order something which is beautifully chaotic in subject matter, but should be orderly on the outside. Continue reading →

In which I believe I was under the influence -- of memory, a dash of loneliness, and a side-dish of self-realization. Continue reading →

In which I am apparently hyped up on sugar and fictional existences. Continue reading →

In which I try to behind the scenes of the game, and wonder where all the connective elements have gone. Continue reading →

In which I look up, bleary-eyed, from the moving pictures showing non-existent virtual worlds to land my weary vision upon a comfort of long-ago burned-out fire, and rejoice! Continue reading →

In which I start to think of how movie screenplays are entirely unlike games -- except when they are. Continue reading →

In which I experience non-linear time, such that it ends sometime in the middle of happening, then starts over again from another point.. Or something like that. Continue reading →

In which a minor thing makes me question my reaction. Continue reading →