A gift that cannot be given: a twitter poem to my past and future selves about where I've been, where I've gone, video game preservation, and the importance of holding onto the little things
There is a light where you're headed (the description of the map I cannot give myself)
To my past self, you had more figured out than you know (the description of the game type I cannot give myself)
Building this silly little map using an out of date tool on slowly dying hardware reminded me
Of the long days I would spend Forging away for the fun of it
Having everything take far too long for little gain
But the sense of accomplishment because of that has stayed with me
And sadly all I have left of that experience are images
I cannot give you in my past the reassurance and guidance I wish I could
And I cannot give my present or future selves the work from my past
All I can do is send forward glimpses of what I have done And even now, this little bit of documentation is fleeting
