As the Dust Sets

Well...as of today. My Playstation 2, for all intents and purposes that I can foresee, will now be under a state of retirement.

"Retiring" a console, whether it be an actual gamer term or not. *If its not then I claim it*....it basically means, for the sole purpose it provides, the console is no longer in use. Not necessarily meaning it does not work.

Quite the opposite, my PS2 is in well-kept condition and has no problems. In this way, "retiring" my PS2 means, I'm moving onto the next-gen consoles. I have beaten each an every game I own in my PS2 collection, and therefore, wanting no more, have nothing left to do but "retire" the console.

Playstation 2
December 2002 - May 2008
"Retired"

The Battle Rages On

I hate this feeling...this cursed emotion, "void".

How can such a feeling exist? To be both and yet neither of any other emotional opposites. To feel sorrow and happiness all at once, whilst destroying the other entirely. The resulting aftermath is this feeling, this discarded emotion of being "void".

Forever trapped in one place, no certainty of the future, of tomorrow. To be chained and bound in one nothingness, one place of inescapable soul-driven hell.

I hate this feeling...I hate this...and can do nothing while I feel completely empty til it passes.











Fuck.

The Untitled, Unknown Unknowns

So I've restarted writing my book...I first started to write "Requiem for the Remnant Past" threw that away. Started "The Phantom Mask"...got about two paragraphs in and threw that out.

So here I am, working on a yet-to-be decided untitled work of literature.

"Untitled"
© 2008 Jake Forsythe

Excerpt [Preface]
"The fool gazing upon a mirror sees only his reflection.
The sage sees nothing but the mirror.
The same fool, peers into a broken mirror uninterested.
The sage questions why it was broken."

Are you the fool, or the sage?