LEIFR

I'm a 25-year-old boy. I have needs.

A jagged mind. Sharp. A little hazy at times, a little off-the-point, but it knows what it's doing. it knows what it wants and how to get it. Well, it has some idea.

It has no idea. Needs change. They're hard to follow. Brilliance turns to rust in minutes, seconds, replaced by something new. Or something old. Something different, something not yet simulated.

Simulation's the key. The problem, perhaps, sometimes. The achieveable, the known outcome - what's the point? If I can make it in my mind I can make it in real life, and the game is dead.

Games fend off death. Games draw death close. Games distract us from death and games disctract us from life. Games are a delay, games are an accelerator.

I find it difficult to slow down, even when I'm too tired to persist.