Playing Goldeneye on N64 and watching friends evolve into enemies
Before deciding it’s finally time to leave the rustiest corner of the galaxy
And figure out its identity. I hope it windmilled its self-loathing energy
Into something slightly positive, into exploring the loveliest places in the universe,
Because sometimes when I stare at it, I see an old man wearing crusted pajamas
Sleepwalking through the halls of an assisted living facility and wondering
Where he put things, wondering if all star-crossed lovers are sleepwalking
Through a wasteland looking for his light. It feels nice to be wanted like that.
By Justin Karcher.
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