Tick Tock Tick Tock
September 20, 2010
I don’t know what “measured response,” really means - I just don’t know. For starters it doesn’t even sound contextually right.
I must have asked nearly twenty or thirty people what it really means – and none of them seem to understand either, but for some reason everyone seems to like to pretend they know better – when I know they are just as confused as I am.
I feel a dark cloud is slowly descending on the underground gaming fraternity – I have always feared this mood of pessimism – always – these recent turn of events have merely sharpened and heightened that feeling of estrangement and alienation - I have tried to speak to a few of them; but it’s as if I am having a conversation with a zombie - all I get is that phrase, “measured response.” All I can say is its like an iron curtain that is slowly sliding and blotting out the field of possibilities.
I am still writing – only I can’t say it’s easy when there are so many things I cannot write about. Neither can I put my name down. Not even my moniker. It all just goes into this faceless black hole called The Brotherhood.
If I had to define what “measured response,” really means – its a bit like a two soldiers divided by No Man’s Land – from time to time, the guy on the otherside lobs a grenade (hopefully, you’re lucky enough to pull the pin and throw it back) - there is no trust and understanding – only lines upon lines which either divide, separate or keep differences alive. In summary terms, “I am here and you are there.”
Nonetheless, I will keep writing and I hope one day the fog lifts.