Japanese Atari Boy
Jay Gershwin
He never went to school or changed clothes because he was too busy mastering Atari, weighed down by secret histories no book could ever contain.
He never went to school or changed clothes because he was too busy mastering Atari, weighed down by secret histories no book could ever contain.
They belly-crawled to avoid the lightning, and when the gap between rumbles and flashes quickened, they curled up on their packs. Sand stuck in the dry cracks at the corners of their lips.
You’ll sense the chill air of your prison, the sting and burning odor of lasers on flesh, the scorching heat of fires, the blunt impact of falling or thrown objects, and even the weight of your inventory.
Maybe all children stop growing up at some point, and then start up again. Like a plant hibernating in the cold.
Pacman thought Blinky was his friend until Blinky bit into his shoulder, and nothing was the same after that.
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