The games I play focus on escape.  A chance to escape…

Danger, sometimes.  I live next to danger every day.  Technically at least.  I’m on the 6th floor of a tower in the heart of midtown Memphis.  Not Midtown, midtown.  Midtown, capital M, is the east section in the middle area of Memphis.  The edge of danger.  A place to dip your toe and pretend you live in a big city.  Midtown is a destination spot.  Midtown (the non-proper noun) is the middle of the town.  Where the oil and water meet.  The small cross-section in the middle of a still segregated town.  So I play games and pretend it’s the way of the world and try not to notice that I’m a symbol of the problem.

Escaping reality is the best.