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I’ve just been playing AC Shadows the past couple of days, which is why I haven’t written much. It’s a beautiful game, vast and assured in its emptiness. It reminds me of these nightmares I had when I was a kid, where I’d be watching my father drive away every Saturday in his Civic, the weekly grocery trips, and I’d be sitting there in the family room that’s now my grandfather’s room playing with my Legos peacefully in the corner until after I while I’d realise that they left me behind and I’m the only one in my house, and then the only one in my neighbourhood, and then the only one in the whole wide world. And there’s nothing else to it, probably; any of this, I mean to say. My father sold the Civic to a guy on Craigslist, I think, one rainy day when I was a teenager, maybe. I feel pretty inert, and my sleep schedule has been rather poor too. The days pass quickly and with little commotion.