“…tell that Ekine guy to pick it up. He could learn a thing or two about modern storytelling, forget all that campfire stuff and get immersive.”
Two weeks on the Surface. Two weeks shut up in an apartment in Montreal that is—well, let’s say it’s a little tattered around the edges. The light up here still sears itself into the back walls of my eyes when I try to grab a glance out the window in the daylight hours.
A few nights back I found that my eyes had adjusted enough to take a turn about outside at night, the first night requiring the aid of sunglasses, the past few—were they necessary? Nah, but they do add a certain bit of style don’t they?
These past few weeks haven’t been a waste though; I’ve kept myself busy with a few video games bought with my first stipend. I just finished one called The Beginner’s Guide that had a truly fantastic soundtrack; I’ve attached a track called “Mobius”.
The storytelling in this game is fantastic, tell that Ekine guy to pick it up. He could learn a thing or two about modern storytelling, forget all that campfire stuff and get immersive. We don’t want to hear the story, we want to experience it. We want to walk through the memories, like they do in The Beginner’s Guide. Trust me, Honybear, you’re going to love it. I gifted you a copy (put it on the Organization’s bill).
There’s a similar sense walking the streets of Montreal at night. Quiet and cool with a light haze hanging in the air, mixed in with it the stale smell of beer that blows in from the Molson brewery. It feels like, with every step, you’re moving through a story. Perhaps I am—a story that starts with the first fool who walks up behind a guy walking at night with sunglasses on and demands his cash. And believe me, that’s a story that will spread—the one about how you don’t want to fuck with a guy named Shelby who takes his walks after sundown.