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you know, i don't know if i do either. i literally just took my reading of the guy's poem and tried to figure out what was going through his head at the very end*, with pretty much everything outside of the cruddy dialogue pulled from factual information i gathered from this site(and even some of the dialogue was factual[see: the horse bit]). idk if it's complete bullshit that i can kinda pretend to be impartial about something as weighty as the point of it though? ??? ? i mean i DID write the goddamn thing, i should have that level of basic literary self-control right??
RIGHT??!?!
RIGHT???!?!??!?!
*which, ironically, was cut somewhat short because i was trying to meet the deadline and got insanely hungry because i decided i wasn't going to eat until i finished. thought it'd help me RELATE to the woes of a man starving to death but it just made the ending shitty.
it's very good for what it is! i knew why/how you created the game so i want to clarify that i wasn't in any way picking on YOUR skills, i think that was actually really transparent in comparison (and that's good obviously). besides i like this jam thing in many ways but in particulary cos it actually made someone like you (who i can really empathize with artistically i guess) just to CHURN SOMETHING OUT/MAKE SOMETHING LITTLE and that's a pretty good fucking achievement imo. and don't get me fucking started on impartiality, both of the ideas for games i've like EVER liked in my whole life (that i've felt that are worth making) are from my own life and the second one came from this gamejam thing of yours. fuck self-control!!! who the fuck are people kidding for?? there is no art, there's just meaningful experiences or experiments we try to relate/craft out of clay...
i think i'm slowly veering towards catamites view/method (i mean by myself/without influence) of creation of art (who am i kidding here dear audience - did i not just declare there is no art? such is the memory...) - there is a time and place for perfection and having a name is a plus but i'd rather LIVE a dostoyesvsky life/character than meticulously try to create one/be the next dostoyevsky...maybe i should name my creating art - book "SHITTING IN THE WIND" (instead than my first album)... the stuff dreams are made of, That Night out walkin...
gulp sorry b-wiz please *holds b-wiz hand with both hands, archs head* PLEASE take the lead. let me not detain you any longer...