Nostalgia

There is nothing quite like the vast expanse of 8-bit landscapes. The backdrop is a pixelated gradient sky. The trees rough at the edges and globular. Buildings tall and boxy. The Hero marches along on block legs.

Before the toxicity of screen-time was discovered, I spent hour upon hour in these imaginary worlds. Until I would dream about them. And now, years later, I dream of them still.

When I see the world in 8-bit, it gives me comfort.