WHAT I DON’T FEEL ANY MORE

There are certain things that have happened to me or that I have done that I have never particularly dealt with, at least, in any kind of non-therapuetic, unassisted, completely-coming-from-myself kind of way. I think it’s that I feel embarassed. I have been told, almost trained in fact, to not feel as if there isContinue reading “WHAT I DON’T FEEL ANY MORE”

SPLINTER CELL: CHAOS THEORY

Amon Tobin’s soundtrack is usually, I think, the first — sometimes the only — thing that people remember about Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory. It’s good music. There are a few tracks that I still listen to even nowadays, especially when I want to feel kind of cool and brooding and confident. It’s good music forContinue reading “SPLINTER CELL: CHAOS THEORY”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: CONSTRUCTION AHEAD

Musical accompaniments for this article: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXmZWN079JI and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOK1AEQ-3CQ&list=PL81PCiZWVPTDOvs588fT5Nk08oagI1_17&index=18 We’re nearly at the town now and we walk past a a chainlink fence and a streetsign that both broadly say the same thing: ROAD CONSTRUCTION AHEAD DETOUR/DANGER CONSTRUCTION AREA KEEP OUT. They have a straightforward, literal “meaning” — Silent Hill is in one sense, or atContinue reading “CHAPTER THIRTEEN: CONSTRUCTION AHEAD”

IT DOESN’T MATTER WHEN YOU KILL ALL THE CIVILIANS

Musical accompaniment for this article: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtCtk3Txqlg I firmly believe that the player is the least interesting character in every videogame. Not the player character. The player, as in, myself. I’m not interested in being told things or asked questions about myself by videogames, not because of my self esteem, like I don’t feel like IContinue reading “IT DOESN’T MATTER WHEN YOU KILL ALL THE CIVILIANS”

CHAPTER TWELVE: MOUTH

In that moment when the camera stops and James accelerates away from it, he appears, naturally, smaller and even more enveloped by the fog. If Silent Hill is “alive”, a malevolent but intangible sort of entity, designed after James’ own mind to consume, digest and excrete him remade, in this long, wide shot, of anContinue reading “CHAPTER TWELVE: MOUTH”

CHAPTER TEN: OROSCO

Three days ago, in a fit of rage, I threw my coffee table across the room and it bent one of its legs. I’m resting my feet on it now while I’m writing and it keeps rocking and buckling, but I’m not going to get a new one. About halfway through the long initial walkContinue reading “CHAPTER TEN: OROSCO”