how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down
Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End
Jeff, I don't want to scan stuff in video games anymore. No audio logs, no journal entries, no exposition dumps. It was a novel idea decades ago, but I'm old now and I'm tired.
