While I suggest a universal definition of “video game,” the main purpose of this post is to make explicit my own definition of the term.
In which I criticize one of my video essays
Rot in hell, you old bastard. Also, happy birthday. I hope you choke on a piece of cake and die.
Spiders, cicadas, millipedes, butterflies…they’re always locked in a life-or-death struggle, but they’re much more innocent than we humans.
Wine ages, physically changing. But Jet Set Radio is the same as in 2000. It is everything else that changed.
Some pretended not to notice the violet walls. Was huge already. An ungainly sprawl, renovations grafted onto renovations. But construction crews always labored.
If he still works at that school, I could always visit, but I prefer to keep him a memory. I do not want to know how he ended up in the age of Trump.
I am alone now, but I was alone even when they lived here by the thousands, so I am used to the experience.
“I’m beginning to think it pays to be notorious. It certainly does not seem to be a detriment to people in America” (104).
It is as the transmission and mutation of the King in Yellow over a century, and not as narratives in of themselves, that these stories are most interesting.