The Quiet Saudade of Video Games
From the Blog shahzebnajam *A city child, down for the summer. * *When suddenly he walked into* *the twelve-foot wall of corn. * *Leaving the dogs. Firelight* *on the barn. The smell of Carolina. * *The stars making me lurch. * *Thirty years ago…* *— Jack Gilbert, ‘Another Grandfather’* So there’s this game. *Firewatch*. The game is you by your lonesome in a lookout tower, deep in the woods of some heartland American state. Now just imagine that. The woods stretch away on every side, far as the eye can see. You have your little tower and you watch the sun set and rise and if you listen close you can hear the sound of a stream a little way away and the crickets and birds chirping in the forest. Your walkie-talkie buzzes every once in a while and you can talk or not talk and it just adds to the solitupakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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From the Blog maryamrezaThe problem with working is - even if you're your own boss - you have to work with people. And people are occasionally awful. Like I'd wish you off the face of the earth, awful. I hope a million bugs eat you, awful. I hope your pizza guy never delivers pizza, awful. Really, it's that bad. pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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