“You finished a computer game, Atticus.”

The truth was a burning green crack through my brain.

Credits scrolling by, a reminder of the talent behind a just-finished journey. The feeling of triumph, slowly replaced by the creeping grayness of ordinary life.

I had finished a computer game. Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.

Hoo boy, you weren’t kidding. I find it amazing how quickly this went from “the kernel team is enforcing sanctions” to an an unfriendly abstract debate about the definition of liberalism. I shouldn’t, really, but I still am.