I'm impressed with all my old writings on video games, but I'm also left wondering why I expended so many hours, so much blood, sweat & tears on something that remains so trivial. Perhaps I was trying to elevate the medium towards something approaching art. Each new cultural movement needs its advocates.
I don't know if my writing ever made a difference in the world. That's a problem that continues to haunt me through my days. Maybe I've made a difference, maybe I've changed some minds. Maybe I'll achieve some notoriety and fame, and maybe I'm only amusing myself as the yawning grave awaits. Nobody knows.