I've spoken before about the dividing lines that make up my lives. Much of that introspective essay was about how the divisions mean something to me (and honestly it's a much more interesting read than this blog entry). But today I want to make a much smaller point, perhaps too small to matter, but hopefully of some interest:
My life seems to be divvied up into different video games that I've played.
I remember the GameCube, almost always on, ever excited and constantly fulfilled, but only in the worst of ways.
I remember Suikoden, on the large television in the game room, played late at night when no one is looking.
I remember Majora's Mask, with a cloth to catch spare drops from my pen.
I remember Culdcept, played achingly, but with thoughtfulness.
I remember Picross, lovingly enjoyed.
I wonder how other experience this sort of thing. Or if they experience it via media in the way that I tend to. But in the meantime, I'm going to youtube to play a few songs from interesting times in my past.