What interests me is what I do not know. And it leaves me first of all silent. But at the same time, it strikes my body, it hurts me. It is always what is stronger than I am that interests me.
We call them games because they are not real. The bad things happen there, not to us. The characters do things we never could, and skip past the things we just don't care for. When the game becomes real... the implications hang in the air like a sentence that trails off into stupid oblivion.