The Best Game of 2019 Made Me Feel Wonder for the Universe

At the end of a decade, it’s too easy to draw conclusions. The calendar does the work of compartmentalizing messiness for you, packaging blurry events into coherent (if arbitrary) little boxes. Nine months in an apartment outside LA becomes “a year lived in the city.” An on-again-off-again relationship is carved down into the much simpler “ex.” A couple of jobs in a row becomes your career, and “my career” is the magnetic backbone of the decade-creature, the substructure onto which everything else attaches, orients, and justifies itself.

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