Escape.
We all escape.
We all find ways to take a little vacation from the monotony, stress, and chaos that life continuously throws at us.
Even at a very young age I found myself diving into dimensions of wonder and fun; separating myself from the scary world that surrounded me.
Having all the control, and finding solace in the friendly characters and warm digital landscapes, I immersed myself in these lovable realms.
I was safe between the walls of my little square screen.
20 Years Later…
Pretend for a moment that your life is like a game.
Are you winning or are you losing?
The adventure you once knew is now an obligation. The world you traverse through is now warped and clouded with fear. The characters that surround you are dark and cannot be trusted. The system that housed your wonderful world has now poisoned it. You knew your way around these parts once, but now you are completely lost.
That warm unsuspecting visceral shock. The frozen, dead-stare connective tissue that still remains between yourself and your past is looking you in the eyes. The blanketed warmth, love and freedom seeps back into your consciousness.
Nostalgia sets in.
We all escape.
We all find ways to take a little vacation from the monotony, stress, and chaos that life continuously throws at us.
Even at a very young age I found myself diving into dimensions of wonder and fun; separating myself from the scary world that surrounded me.
Having all the control, and finding solace in the friendly characters and warm digital landscapes, I immersed myself in these lovable realms.
I was safe between the walls of my little square screen.
20 Years Later…
Pretend for a moment that your life is like a game.
Are you winning or are you losing?
The adventure you once knew is now an obligation. The world you traverse through is now warped and clouded with fear. The characters that surround you are dark and cannot be trusted. The system that housed your wonderful world has now poisoned it. You knew your way around these parts once, but now you are completely lost.
That warm unsuspecting visceral shock. The frozen, dead-stare connective tissue that still remains between yourself and your past is looking you in the eyes. The blanketed warmth, love and freedom seeps back into your consciousness.
Nostalgia sets in.
