A string of days, time, paired with a stream of thoughts and a set of actions - the variables of life that make up the games we play. I’m just as interested in the games we want to play as the games we’re forced to play.
We’re born, cells divided into cells, and into more cells. Consciousness emerges, the phenomenon of being begins. We cry, throw up, giggle and grasp for our first words and steps. Soon we’re talking, playing tag, and making our first friends. Reality feeling as if it’s natural, the world conceptualized and making perfect sense to our little eyes and undeveloped perceptions.
And then like magic the games of ring around the roses become an echo in our mind; blurred hazy visions of laughing and falling down wash through our psyches. A memento to a simple time before the bliss of childhood is drowned away in infinite dense unfathomable data. A flurry of knowledge too complicated to grasp by a soul spinning in a place made foreign by the simple realization that it exist. And before we even know what it means to exist we are forced to fight for that very existence.