This movement, these inhalations of excitement of the possibility of change and the disappointed exhalations that maybe nothing changes and our attempts to change ourselves are unsuccessful, are the beautiful and heartbreaking ripples of life, and Megahex. We experience time in Megahex, as in life, less in terms of strictly demarcated years and seasons, but more immediately in moments, and repetitions of moments that stretch, expand, and then pass. Moods drop and shift, colours intensify or fade, characters dip from triumphant attempts to change themselves to disappointing but safe stagnations. Cynical about time passing and changing us, but sincere in our friendship, both high and disappointed on a variety of drugs, we embraced.Īnother friend has pointed out to me that there are no seasons in Megahex, no cosmic indication of time passing, aside from day and night, day in, day out. So I was like, “Yeah, man, I feel it,” equally sarcastic, but maybe also in my heart a little naively hopeful that whatever I wanted to change in my life would change on account of the year, the sun, the stars, and not any actual effort on my part. Right before I did he said, deadpan, sarcastically, “Doesn’t it feel different?” and I kind of hated him for a second for saying that, but at the same time I was glad he didn’t say something like that sincerely. Right after midnight, as 2014 became 2015, somewhere in Tasmania I was about to hug my friend happy new year.
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