Whether it’s succumbing to grief and seeking revenge for a loved one, reclaiming your humanity in a journey to spread your wife’s ashes with your son, or discovering what it means to be human as artificial intelligence, video games can produce authentic and powerful emotions through stories we would otherwise be unable to live.
For all of us who hold a camera with trembling hands and a story in our hearts, the rising prominence of indie films and the support of groundbreaking production companies underscore that making a difference, one heartfelt story at a time, is not just possible but essential.
In a world where expectations can feel as high as the skyscrapers of Boston, embracing the simplicity of being “just a girl” has become my guide. It’s a reminder that –– in the midst of societal norms –– it’s perfectly fine to be just a girl. To just be human. Without the weight of expectations.
I’ve lived a lot of my life doing things in order to make my younger self proud, and I think that 6-year-old, wide-eyed me would be more than proud to see where I am today. So, I’d like to write a small ode to her and tell her of all the things I wish someone had told me.
Dear Abby, is it true that all chivalry is dead? How do I know if I’m just accepting the bare minimum or actually being treated right? I wonder if I am just settling.
At the end of the day Rat City is not Atlantis. It has its woes. Come to think of it, Atlantis probably has its issues — that patriarchal leadership and all. While I was away, I forgot about the trials and tribulations of taking my three reusable bags full of groceries — that really should have been four — onto the crowded bus.
As the impending threat of moral and intelligent AI looms, I’ll be nervously biting my nails and appreciating the humanity of writing while it still lasts.
Dunning-Kruger lending itself to success may seem surprising at first, but with the growth of social media and the inherently selfish structure of capitalism (or human nature?), maybe it just makes sense.
Over the last few days, I’ve been thinking about some disparate stories: the 9/11 terrorist attacks and the write-ups on WriteAPrisoner.com. Although seemingly unconnected, in my mind these chronicles intersect, touching at a small point of moral grayness versus the usual black and white lens through which they’re viewed.
