I don't know what it's like for anyone else, but for me, when I pick up a joystick controller today, I pick it up in 1979, 1980, 1983, 1985. Whenever I play any classic arcade or console game, it's like I'm flipping very rapidly through a book with different places and years on each page I see just enough to make an emotional connection, but it never enough to capture any details. Maybe it's a geek's midlife crisis, or something, but I've really missed arcades recently. I've written before about books and games as time machines and portals, but I've recently realized that the father away I get from the times those things transport me, the more important they both become. I spend a lot of time remembering and writing about the video games I played while growing up, mostly because it's the closest I can come to actually playing them, until the magical day arrives when I have an entire room in my house dedicated to housing a classic arcade and console collection.
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