“There was this guy, and he walked into a room, and he saw a person sitting on the other side of the room, absorbed in this device. And he was so fixated on this device that he didn’t even notice this fellow walking into the room – he could tell, it was like he wasn’t even there, and he’d displaced himself to another time and place.

“And it creeped him out, he thought this guy was possessed by the devil.

“What this was, it was the sixteenth century, and it was the first time he’d seen somebody reading a book.”

Am I obsessed with games? I guess so… but what people who know me forget or don’t know is that games haven’t really changed who I am, just took over my previous inner life. Before games started having more artwork I was deep in imaginary worlds in books. I’m talking 10-12 hours a day when I had the chance deep. I guess there’s just some people out there who prefer to live in a immaterial world and build their reality in there… be it books, music, games…