I have left something familiar and now I don't know how to get it back. Lately, it has become a fantasy to simply remember. I spend my days dabbling in things to arouse nostalgia: video games I played from when I was young.
I would find them in gaming magazines, would read reviews and hunt for them in malls. Video game stores in Singapore, as I recall resemble the settings of the types of games I played. Inside large buildings, blacked out windows and dark corners hiding empty shops, the open few identifiable by the pale glow of fluorescent tubing from inside.
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