I actually think you’d become immersed in the lore of Skyrim and its gameplay in a profound way.
If you ever play it’s one of the most rewarding games of all time.
Imagine being on a grand adventure where not only is anything possible, no play-through is ever the same, and the world is so well crafted that the lore has lore.
Good morning, Meg. Hmmmmm... it was a little difficult for me to fully understand, but I could still feel it clearly on a sensory level. The one thing I really thought about was the fear of what happens when people stop thinking for themselves.
Lovely metre in this one (I am still learning to identify following my great forgetting)! I feel very guilty of being a barking hound right now, you look at what's in front of you rather than what's behind it (or you), and forget you were looking at to begin with.
Love that! That whole piece was me barking up the wrong tree! I just mean your poem (and accompanying essay) really highlights the manufactured outrage we're all guilty of engaging with. The writing on here is both: a reminder of the maths we used to know, and an echo chamber for our fears. It's easy and very human to go the wrong way. I love this piece!
Beautiful and such great use of vocabulary!!
Thank you! I appreciate you taking the time to read and share.
Reminds of finding a book in Skyrim and how the lore was canon and entirely its own beast in the game.
Or playing resident evil which takes place in an Ivy League school and finding notes the professors behind instead of scientists.
I’m not at all certain what the context for the poem means, so I’m definitely going to read the breakdown on your page.
Thanks for taking the time to read. I haven’t read that book or watched the movie but I’m curious now.
Oh get ready to nerd out,
they’re video games.
I actually think you’d become immersed in the lore of Skyrim and its gameplay in a profound way.
If you ever play it’s one of the most rewarding games of all time.
Imagine being on a grand adventure where not only is anything possible, no play-through is ever the same, and the world is so well crafted that the lore has lore.
Good morning, Meg. Hmmmmm... it was a little difficult for me to fully understand, but I could still feel it clearly on a sensory level. The one thing I really thought about was the fear of what happens when people stop thinking for themselves.
Lovely metre in this one (I am still learning to identify following my great forgetting)! I feel very guilty of being a barking hound right now, you look at what's in front of you rather than what's behind it (or you), and forget you were looking at to begin with.
You? Never. Up the wrong tree. Your piece on the apple trees makes that clear. Thanks for taking the time to read this!
Love that! That whole piece was me barking up the wrong tree! I just mean your poem (and accompanying essay) really highlights the manufactured outrage we're all guilty of engaging with. The writing on here is both: a reminder of the maths we used to know, and an echo chamber for our fears. It's easy and very human to go the wrong way. I love this piece!