I'm a disgusting little consumer.
I have internalised a deeply materialistic way of engaging with gaming (and many other aspects of life).
I own more games than I have life to experience them. Yet I buy and buy and buy. I am driven more by the anxiety of possession than I am by the enjoyment of play.
As a socialist, this impulse is a real downer.
With this blog I will struggle against it by way of writing. Writing here is an emancipatory act; I do it to deepen my relationship with the work and give additional meaning to the experience. I hope, perhaps vainly, that this will diffuse the compulsive need to keep buying more fucking video games. I want to slow down, work through the backlog and record the experience here.
I hope my writing will have some critical or entertainment value, but I can't guarantee it. The priority is to write and document thoughts. I will not endlessly edit and tweak what I express. It will probably be bullshit.
My name is Andy. I am a geriatric millennial. I am physically disabled with facial difference. I'm very left-wing. I'm a hypocrite. I'm a gay, cis dude.
I'm a disgusting little consumer and it has to stop.