Flashback to very specific memories of going to arcades located in the ruins of former department stores, often in white flight neighborhoods such as Huntington Park in Los Angeles. The generic walls, fluorescent lighting, dull carpet. The sharpest memory is walking into what felt like the basement level of one of these places and it feeling like Escape from New York. I don’t think I’d seek these out today (if any still exist), but it sure is a strong vibe.
Flashback to very specific memories of going to arcades located in the ruins of former department stores, often in white flight neighborhoods such as Huntington Park in Los Angeles. The generic walls, fluorescent lighting, dull carpet. The sharpest memory is walking into what felt like the basement level of one of these places and it feeling like Escape from New York. I don’t think I’d seek these out today (if any still exist), but it sure is a strong vibe.
A friend of mine got a copy of an old Dutch edition of The Hobbit. I absolutely agree with their assessment that this is the best cover art the book has ever had.
The more I look at it the more I love it. Look at it. Look at Bilbo. He’s just a little guy
Due to its location at the base of my thumb, I’ve been forced to watch a soup burn heal. Every morning a bright, effervescent hole in my hand. By evening, darker and more severe, but smaller in circumference.
And if I really listen, I can hear “I am one who waits.”
Due to its location at the base of my thumb, I’ve been forced to watch a soup burn heal. Every morning a bright, effervescent hole in my hand. By evening, darker and more severe, but smaller in circumference.
And if I really listen, I can hear “I am one who waits.”
