Nintendo Switch 2 is a console that many industry insiders knew was coming months in advance. I am not an insider of any industry, so my preview of this forthcoming console is happening today (4.2.2025) and will most likely be completed the day after. (Note: It is now 4.4.2025). This is what it means to be an uncommitted writer. 

A topic that often comes up in stories I haven’t finished writing is the concept of spaces between spaces. To this end, I have done substantial research in the form of watching YouTube Horror videos inspired by the concept of liminality. For those who don’t know, liminality or liminal refers to the state of “occupying both sides of a threshold” or “relating to a transitional or initial stage of a process.” If you’re familiar with The Back Rooms or a quarter of the posts found on the subreddit r/liminalspace, you sort of get what the premise is: a space that connects Places (capital p) with other Places. Airports. Hotel hallways. These sort of places. 

According to most scientists, there are no fewer than 16 billion words in the English language. This “Word Review” series aims to rate some of them on a scale unique to each word in kind. One of the things I used to do sometimes was to study language, words, and their silly little meanings - this will be a continuation of that work

The year is 2077 and you, as either a corpo, a nomad, or a street kid, find yourself in Night City, the end-all, be-all megatropolis where legends are born in blazes of glory. From the fairly quick backstory segments of your chosen lifepath you are funneled into a gig - a heist that is set to be the start of makin’ a name for yourself amongst the likes of Johnny Silverhand. 

My memory isn’t the greatest any more. Two bouts with covid and getting older has taken a toll on what used to be a pretty infallible ability to recall facts, events, and how the weaknesses and resistances in Pokemon work. Fairy types always trip me up. Mostly I struggle with names now, so if it seems as though I am hesitating before saying your name, it’s not a reflection on our relationship or on you - it’s my brain.

Hello there, would-be reader, and welcome to this inaugural article to kick off what could be an ill-conceived vanity project to stoke what little creative flames still exist in this husk-like form I call my body