Dialogues between brain-parts.
Category: Play
On injuries physical and metaphysical, and the delusions woven by experience and the desire for approval.
It is always time to write thoughts. Ganghwado. We visited the Ganghwa dolmens. There, the 53 ton slab upon its two uprights. Standing there since the bronze age. A mere 3,000 years. Younger, far, than the pyramids. Yet, it has seen a cycle of ages. The island is now 300 square kilometres, but that’s after […]
I often read socially mediate laments that this or that roleplaying community disappoints. That the dnd community, the indie community, the osr community, fails in some terrible ponderous way. Smoke and confusion, all these cries. These roleplaying communities are figments. Roleplay is a genre of language play, without masters or gates. Its natural home is […]
Is this what it is to grow older? Play a game of Assassin’s Creed and marvel at the blue of the water and dream. Of friends and beach, of time and swells to dive and jump. Salt. Sand. The rush of swirling water, the pound of frothing wave. The smell of brine and weed, pine […]
An ode to one of my favorite games. The interstellar mission reaches the Centauri triple star system. Our nearest neighbor. The victory video plays. The immortal spirit reigning over the last 6,000 years of our civilization takes a bow and receives a numerical score comparing their achievements to those of other great leaders of history. […]
par Godefroy Dronsart Let us ponder how different words are than they were even a short time past. Let’s travel 29 years into the past. The mail, when it came after three or six weeks, was a drive away at the post office box. Sometimes accompanied by a small bribe if it was a parcel. […]
A poem from last November. nevihtasedelainribesovesele a storm is brewing and the fish are happy Health and peace, everyone.—L.
It’s time I took a bit of a breather and some personal stock. The air outside is clear. Not too toxic today. The thirty-lane toll station is moving briskly. If I look back five years, or even three years, I wouldn’t have imagined I’d possibly be here now. Indeed, looking back over my life, there […]
I learned the alphabet and how to read when I was three years old with a computer game. I had to match pictures and letters to the angular marks on the stubby rubber keys of the ZX Spectrum 8-bit personal home computer that my father brought home to Yugoslavia from a business trip to London. […]