we spend weekends reclined on the sofa catching reruns of Game of Thrones. Nobody watches TV anymore, you say. Nobody talks anymore, I say. We smoke and drink ourselves to death. Less than ten words are exchanged throughout the episode. Before the show comes to a close we place our hands on the television screen and say a prayer, hoping to be miraculously sucked into their world. Nothing happens. We remain here where everything is bleak and real. I stare at you, helpless.
Yesterday I sat through a lecture on Renaissance architecture which touched on Brunelleschi’s Santa Maria del Fiore, thought hey that looks familiar, came home, revisited Assassin’s Creed II to climb the famed cathedral for educational purposes hah and got Ezio Auditore to make some suave poses. Everything looks cooler with a hood and a flowing cape. Next up is a virtual tour of Rome in AC Brotherhood. I know this sounds terrible and more so for a person who would almost fit the definition of a luddite – I swear there is nothing more harrowing than the sound of students in lectures tapping away on their keyboards at lightning speed, and in synchrony, as if to mock the few of us still taking notes with our outdated (or approaching obsolescence) pens and notebooks; the panic from realizing that this technology revolution has left you in the dust – but there are times where I enjoy “travelling” in-game more than in real life.