It costs something to be a part of games spaces.
I’ve primarily found myself sitting in one of a handful of rooms, passing the hours by mindlessly letting the time pass.
It costs something to be a part of games spaces.
It is 2 AM in a dark bedroom, in a home that isn’t mine. For the first time in my life, I am experiencing a videogame.
The crew meets in the cafeteria, tense stares across a large table, with one space in the circle conspicuously empty.
There’s just an ongoing soft breeze, gentle drizzle, and a moment of quiet. Then, you leave, to another island or back to the passage of time.