And when the event, the big change in your life, is simply an insight-- isn't that a strange thing? That absolutely nothing changes except that you see things differently and you're less fearful and less anxious and generally stronger as a result: isn't it amazing that a completely invisible thing in your head can feel realer than anything you've experienced before?
Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.
But the thing which had made him fall for her, fall properly, was the way she seemed so calm and so quiet and so sad. Surrounded by noisy bankers showing off, and their variously pushy or beady or anxious or competitive wives, she seemed to be from somewhere else; a place where people carried their own burdens; a grander and realer and more honourable place. Roger didn't know that Matya spent a lot of that evening thinking about home, but he could tell that she was thinking about something, and it was that other thing which, for him, did it.
I DO IT FOR REAL, MY NAME SHOULD BE FOR REALER IN THIS CONCRETE JUNGLE I'M A GORILLA YOU SEE MAMI WITH THE BUBBLE, YEAH, I'M GON' HIT HER SHE FEEL MY STYLE, FEELIN' WILD, FEEL MY CHINCHILLA FRANK WHITE, NOT LUCAS I'VE GOT PLENTY WHITE, I DO THIS IN MY SLEEP DO IT WITHOUT A PEEP BUT WHAT YOU SAYIN', BABY? I'LL DO YOU IN MY JEEP TAKE A RIDE FROM ME PULL OVER AND TAKE A RIDE ON ME EYES IN MY REARVIEW WANNA RIDE ON ME LITERALLY MISERABLY, I LEFT MISSES TO GREED WHETHER THEY CRYING OVER BODIES OR I BODIED THEY WEED
Well, it's no use your talking about waking him, said Tweedledum, when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real. I am real! said Alice, and began to cry. You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying, Tweedledee remarked: there's nothing to cry about. If I wasn't real, Alice said"" half laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous"" I shouldn't be able to cry. I hope you don't think those are real tears? Tweedledee interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
I'M THE REALER NIGGA IN THIS SHIT, ASIDE FROM ALL THE BUSINESS SHIT I'M THE NIGGA SUCKA NIGGAZ BEST TO KEEP IT PIMPIN WITH PEOPLE SAY I START A LOT OF SHIT, I SAY I FINISH IT THANK GOD IT WASN'T NO WITNESSES, I'D STILL BE SERVIN SENTENCES RAP SHIT WAY MORE STRESSFUL THAT I LOVE MY OTHER BUSINESSES THANK GOD I'M A PROFESSIONAL AND SCARED I DON'T BEGIN TO GET WHETHER IN A PHANTOM OR THE TRUCK WITH ALL THE KIDS IN IT STILL TOTE A HAMMER TRY ME, MAN I HOPE YOU LISTENIN YOUR DEATH GON' BE ELABORATE, REAL FUCKIN EXTRAVAGANT I'M DOWN TO DIE MYSELF TO SHOW YOU NIGGAZ I AIN'T HAVIN IT HAD TO KILL YOUR SON AND A FEW YOUR MOMMA HAD TO GET AND THEY WERE PLAYIN DUMB, WE RUN IN AND ASK WHERE DADDY AT
BABYLON CITY, GALVATRON, NITTY MAGNIFIED GLORY, WEST BRIGHTON CRIME STORY HYDRO WIT RED BONES, NIGGAS HAD ME CONFUSED LIKE THEY WAS THUGGED OUT, BUT THEY WAS BUGGED OUT THROUGH THE KNOWLEDGE TO THE GOD TALK, WILIN' AND FLASH THE SOUTHPAW REALER THAN SHAOLIN SUPREME COURT IS A WAR PILLAGIN' THE GRANT SISTERS, MY CROOKED SYSTEM, UNIVERSAL AUDIO EVIL THAT MEN DO, SLASH DOMINICAN HINDU SOLO CUT, BENT UP, ALL UP IN THE CLUB, BENT UP RUGGED FOUR DOOR CADILLAC STYLE, LEFT HAND, AND SNOW ON THE BRACELET TWIN QUARTERS IN THE BUGABOO BUBBLE, PARADOX WHERE IT'S ALL STRUGGLE UNDERRATED LIKE CATFISH, BODY BRIGHTON GOD BODY STYLE LIVE, '86 - 2, TONE, ME AND CAPPADONNA TAKIN' BROADS HOME KILLA BEE NETWORK, MY POWER IMPERIAL EXPERT MINIMUM SCARRED TO SNAP, 24 HOUR CUFFED AND CRAFT FROM A RANGE OF RAP, WHEN YA KNOW...
The funny thing about games and fictions is that they have a weird way of bleeding into reality. Whatever else it is, the world that humans experience is animated with narratives, rituals, and roles that organize psychological experience, social relations, and our imaginative grasp of the material cosmos. The world, then, is in many ways a webwork of fictions, or, better yet, of stories. The contemporary urge to 'gamify' our social and technological interactions is, in this sense, simply an extension of the existing games of subculture, of folklore, even of belief. This is the secret truth of the history of religions: not that religions are 'nothing more' than fictions, crafted out of sociobiological need or wielded by evil priests to control ignorant populations, but that human reality possesses an inherently fictional or fantastic dimension whose 'game engine' can - and will - be organized along variously visionary, banal, and sinister lines. Part of our obsession with counterfactual genres like sci-fi or fantasy is not that they offer escape from reality - most of these genres are glum or dystopian a lot of the time anyway - but because, in reflecting the 'as if' character of the world, they are actually realer than they appear.