Chewing Pixels‘ Simon Parkham on Game, Set, Watch has treated us to a wonderful little poem about the downward spiral of a prospective games journalist.
For a while
It worked out
Till he married and chose to breed:
Ten pence a word a family will not feed.So he worked
Ten times harder,
So he aged
Ten times faster
And sooner or later the games bored him:
Ten a week, not one would floor or awe himEvery one seemed quite the same
Shades of principles arcane:For every one that mattered some
A hundred thousand mattered none
Heh. I’m no game journalist but I’m no stranger to that feeling of too many games and too little of the old magic feeling that made us quickly pull off the shrinkwrapping, open the case, install the game and find a new experience. Now, I play ’em when I’ve nothing more pressing. And I rarely feel the magic anymore.
I reviewed music for a while. I would never jeopardize my love of games the same way.