It feels strange to type these words while the artificial glow of a monitor illuminates my face, a stark contrast to the world outside where the sun has long since surrendered its reign. We are living in a season of perpetual twilight now, a time when the boundary between day and night has become porous, leaving us staring into screens that try to mimic the light of a thousand suns. It is a peculiar irony that the abundance of natural illumination during the summer months has somehow rendered our eyes lazy and weak, making the mere flicker of a backlight feel like a scorching noon sun.
This shift in our circadian rhythms mirrors a broader cultural change in how we consume our entertainment. Gone are the days when the summer heat forced us into air-conditioned basements; instead, we are huddled indoors under the soft hum of ventilation systems, seeking refuge from a world that feels increasingly indifferent to our presence. The games we play this weekend are not just digital pastimes; they are the lanterns we light to navigate the long, gray evenings, offering a sense of control and agency that the real world so often denies us.
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