These days my life reminds me of
Gran Turismo 3. The same
cyclical rhythyms of trying to complete a level over and over again with the perfect line, the same opportunity to make slight adjustments every time, the same image of an ideal
path shining before me. Damn, this game is hard. I suppose
it could be worse. I mean, at least it's not
Pac-Man.
Whatever.
If only living were as easy as playing a videogame.