An examination of the last decade. It is fiction, despite appearances, despite real elements. But it is also true. Here is
In the year 2000 I played at least a thousand hours of video games.
In the summer of 2003, I read Kurt Vonnegut’s entire body of work. Parts of Bluebeard, Breakfast of Champions, and Slapstick have all run together in my head.
I was desperate to be taken seriously.