Illusions of grandeur.

In small rituals. In measured throws. Chronicles are kept. Moments are preserved.

Where technology serves the old impulses of myth, structure, pattern, memory.
The machine helps keep the record.
The hand casts the dice.
And play is taken seriously.

What is this place?

This is where I write about analogue games with some pretentions. For now it will serve as a place to keep chronicles of play but no one knows what the future holds.

"Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work."

the judge, Blood Meridian.