You recently inherited a mansion. It’s all yours – if you manage to unlock all the rooms.
The Book of Hours
You are an amnesiac librarian washed up on a strange shore. You must gather resources to unlock rooms and crack open books, slowly restoring Hush House to its former glory, uncovering its past in the process.
Magic: The Gathering
Collect pretty cards! Demolish your friends!
Orbital Blues
You’re a sad space cowboy tryin’ to make a living in corporate outer space.
The Wildsea
You are a sailor on the wildsea, an ocean of vibrant, green, growth that’s overtaken the planet hundreds of years in the future. Ships have chainsaws mounted to the prow. You play as a cactus if you want. Or perhaps sentient fungus. Or a collective of spiders piloting a corpse. This is normal. Would you like that?
Here we come to a turning of the seasons
witness to the arc towards the sun...
– The Decemberists, 'Don't Carry It All'
Here I am in one-room condo. Here I am, slightly drunk midday on the weekend, yearning for peace.
Maybe this can be a commonplace book online where I think aloud. Maybe it can be a way to synthesize all my thoughts and experiences and the things I want to think more about in a way that doesn't put pressure on me to be polished, and allows me to be indulgent, and yields more.
