by Otto Bathurst, UK
I remember really clearly, when I was a 13 or 14 year old boy, looking around me, at the world, at my parents, at the huge buildings, the big roads, the zillions of people, the machines, the days passing me by, back and forth to school, the adults back and forth to work, the books, the sports, the whole thing really, the whole of life and asking myself… “ is this it? all this gargantuan effort, scale, history, noise, life…. there MUST be more to it than just this?” Continue reading “Donkey Kong”