When awash in a cycle, it can be hard not to feel like you’re chasing something ephemeral.
The nebulous goal of “What you’re doing” rarely lasts.
Nothing to see here.
There’s joy even in the expression.
A pleasurable dissonance between player and character.
Not all games are best played only on their own terms.
…and how it’s not their fault.
Gentle terror balanced with great asymmetric competition.
I was amazed. A single stray bullet, a bullet meant for me, had brutally executed him.
It comes together like a well-oiled machine, gear teeth threading seamlessly into the next.
It’s human nature to try and explore the world hands and face-first, often to great cost.
There’s a certain rhythm to life that people get used to, given enough time.