from Dead Letter Game
The habit of repetition is the first object: that pattern of threes, for example, but other strategies emerged too, 064e017>the worst requiring an exhaustive self-emulation to the point of emotional breakdown064e017>. And often some cataclysmic event was required to break the spell, or I’d go on in some mode indefinitely, convinced that I had cracked the code when really I had simply found yet another way to rally behind old habits dying hard.
One must practice, true, but 064e019>things went wrong when the object disappeared behind a series of rote duplications064e019>. Copies of copies of copies, ad inf., until the illness came or someone knocked on the door.
064e020>Which brings me to the second object: love.064e020>
It’s rather embarrassing, but I have to ask: When young, how else begin? What else motivates so readily? Death, maybe, but not with so many bills to pay. 064e021>Love is cheap, or rather easy to please, and for a while it makes the game worth playing.064e021>
True, winning in most games is the object, but love is the object worth winning for. When this game finally turns over (as promised), I’ll find a way to love it and maybe you will too.
Love repeated; repetitious loves; love’s repetitions, etc. This game recreates (does not repeat!) 064e022>the patience with which I lived out those days, in love and repetition, always on the lookout for the next good move.064e022>