I decided to write out some fan fiction I’ve been thinking about because of course I need to be more of a fucking nerd. Still, I guess it’s not that bad a thing to spend my time on. Beats sleeping more.
The newest Legend of Zelda game, Breath of the Wild, has so many cool little touches that really make the game feel alive and I love it. I love all Zelda games, but I feel like this may well be my new favourite. As such, I want to shine a light on a few things I really like about it in a quick post, because it is good for me to be positive for a change.
I recently finished Zelda: Breath of the Wild and have already hit that feeling. You know the one. That feeling that accompanies the end of any great situation. A slight melancholy; a nostalgic sadness. I’ve taken to calling it the “Post-Great-Narrative Melancholy”.
I’ve mostly been doing depressing posts pondering my own banal existence lately, so here’s a description of what I consider to be the best thing in the whole world.
And you can’t test me on this because I’m 100% correct. It’s science.
I know this is vague. You might never even read this. You might but never realise that I’m talking about you.
But you know me. If I waited until I was ready to tell this to you face to face, it would never happen. I’m not as strong as you. I never have been.
Where did those days go?
The days I whiled away without a care. When my mind was free from the miasma of doubt, not burdened by the worries of the unchangeable.
“Why am I so calm? Heh, that’s just it. I’m not.