Would it be enough,
had the tears I bled-
been instead, an offering
so I could appease you
Would it be enough,
if the skin I shed-
wrapped your body tight
and kept you warm
Would it be enough,
on the days I dread-
I drag my feet around
to serve you
[1/2]
PS:
- Stops physical copies production.
- Have full authority to remove games YOU BOUGHT from your library.
- Only have 1 store that overcharges prices.
- Can't have alternatives
- Can't upgrade.
- Can't mod games.
- Can't emulate older games.
- Can't resort to piracy when there are no alternatives for titles.
- Closed system.
- Games linked to a unique account that can be hacked and Sony can shutdown your account.
- Horrible customer support.
- Can only game or watch movies on it.
- Have a fixed life utility.
PC:
- Multiple gaming platforms.
- GOG exists as a permanent library of old games THAT CAN RUN OFFLINE.
- Can download installers of games and keep them in your computer.
- Supports multiple storage media.
- It's upgradeable.
- Can mods games.
- Can emulate older games from different platforms
- Can resort to piracy when there are no alternatives for titles and make the games playable OFFLINE.
- Open system.
- Games can be linked to an account on Steam or multiple other platforms and you can get games without having to link them to an account.
- Amazing customer support by Steam, the biggest game library.
- Can do more than gaming or watch movies on it.
- Can extend it's life utility by upgrading its hardware.
Please, tell me why one should stick to a Playstation or console in general when there is PC which is a way more versatile and permanent alternative?
TL;DR ver: PC master race.
His eyes wander yet lips stay still,
hands pace around the sheet
With none to tame what he'd feel,
only leaves that help him cheat
Result-bare remains the classroom,
some keys he'd mash, then rejoice
Stalls the dread of impending doom,
the lines thicken, cement his voice
(14/)
The Spiral
His paper is filled with scribbles,
patterns emerge and evaporate
Around a shadow he revolves,
an utterance he solemnly waits
The page is due to turn around,
a canvas unfamiliar to him
And though it bears a haunting sound,
he attempts labeling it a dream
(1/)
Numbing to an absence of her,
succumbs to habits he never sought
Unholy urges he'd administer,
melancholy then affirms its spot
Greased hands dream of figurines,
the clock ticks and disintegrates
Tracks he purges, each stain he cleans,
and stands victim of his own traits
(13/)
@RONBupdates Even AI would have done a better job at designing something that actually represents the country, culture and milleniums worth of architectural history.
Remorse is the only thing I feel intensely.
I wonder how I will chase my "dreams" or "passion" when I didn't feel enough to chase someone I wanted in my life.
Social media is full of posts about "cutting off people", "not tolerating mediocrity", etc. It only teaches what to expect from others, not how to play your part.
No wonder there is a social crisis, everyone has bought into the idea that effort is only to be received, not given.