There is a button that presses itself. — I need to be clear about a couple things. First of all, this is a piece about Love. Balan Wonderworld is simply the sausage casing I’ve chosen to stuff all this nonsense into. It’s darn good casing too, because I Love this game. Second: I am going to capitalize the…

or, “How Global Warming Sent me to College” — In 2017 I turned twenty-one years old, an age I can still call “tender” with partial, but not total irony. When I was twenty-one, I had already been drinking for two years. When I was twenty-one, I played Nier: Automata and it floored me. Then I played the original Nier…

or, “How the Donkey Kong Country TV Show Theme Song Saved My Life” — I am going to write this really fast. I am not going to edit or revise it. I am doing this in an attempt to capture filthy lightning in a bottle before any thoughts can crystalize into soap and make the lightning clean. I spent the weekend working a less-than-what-the-minimum-wage-should-have-been-ten-years-ago…

or, “The Machine that Generates Silent Nothing” — Trip #1: Tumbleweed Traveler At the core of the universe, there is a machine that generates silent nothing. It says nothing. It creates nothing. I have seen it; it is the eternal engine that runs everything. I have felt the full spectrum of nothingness. I have stared point-blank into that double-barreled shotgun of corporate…