New Game:
While sitting at your writing desk late at night, listening to some random track from your extensive backlog of mp3's you've collected over the years: stop. Suspend all action, and become very aware of your surroundings.
The scattered papers on either side of your computer.
The corked bulletin board lent against the side wall, with tacks holding nothing up, save your wifi password and a Pokemon cross stitch you won at a silent auction for a theatre fundraiser.
The printer you never use, because ink is too expensive. The three-tier organizer meant for files and papers, that actually holds cards, markers and an assortment of envelopes. The latest in a vain attempt to promote organization, made into an extra surface to discards scraps.
Post its notices align the other side wall, assuring me that I hace already given myself permission to "Try. Want. Apply. Accept or Reject. Do and Be." along ewith my mailing address for fear of forgetting it and the definition of Sonder. Above these is a print of an Alex Colville - the composition of which is that of a middle aged man walking in the foreground, while a train is directed in the opposing direction in the background. Were these two figures to be on the same latitude it should end fatally for the man and unpleasantly for the train conductor.
Below art and definition sits an unused wireless speaker. A tissue box sits beside an analogue watch beside a lint roller beside a notebook with words I won't be recording here.
A collage of papers with varying subject, value and origin lies in ironic defiance of the previously mentioned three tier organizer.
You win this game if, while suspending this moment in time, you find connection to each and every piece of your immediate surroundings.
If the connection is uncomfortable, it may be time to clean.
If nothing around you is familiar and has zero mnemonic value: you are also likely not in fact at your desk and need to get back to your house. The police are on there way and you cannot go back to prison ...!
You lose if you go to prison.
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