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Diary 3: I Seem To Only Ever Run Up Hills
Breath in, count to four, breath out, count to four. My legs are on fire, and I feel like my lungs might burst. The hill I’m running up isn’t particularly steep but I’m already gasping for air. Despite my continued assertions that the town I live in is a hole, topographically speaking the opposite is…
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Diary 2: Memories of Paris
In his article Une Ville Secrète (A secret city), writer Julien Green stated that he believed that there are two different versions of Paris: “Paris is a city that might well be spoken of in the plural, as the Greeks used to speak of Athens, for there are many Parises, and the tourists’ Paris is…
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Sekiro Retrospective: Shadows Die Once, Twice, Thrice…
I’ll be honest, I didn’t get along with Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice when it was first released. I found it too impenetrable, the difficulty curve too steep, the punishment for failure too harsh for the game to be enjoyable. But, with the world stuck in quarantine, I decided to give Sekiro another shot. I would…
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Diary 1: Pulling Teeth
A couple of times a month I send words and pictures to them via the internet, correspondence delivered from the land of limbo. – Paul Dean: A Year in Stardew Valley: Life, Labour and Love. This is both a story and a mission statement. Well, it is more a description of a place than a…
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Correspondence From Limbo 