February 16, 2020
The memories tumble into the mind like the variously-shaped Tetris blocks, and the longer the game goes on the harder it gets to make them fit, to make it all slot together into a coherent and satisfying lump of truth with no holes. And worse, the blocks seem to morph as they descend, changing shape just before you slot them into that gap. Or is it the gap that changed... shifted over? You play the same game differently, and sometimes you clear the lines first, sometimes I do. We canít even agree on the score. Doesnít matter: game over.