Every day, I walk around and pick up garbage. I put the garbage in the garbage collection box, and then I pick up more garbage. To put in the box. The box for the garbage. Every day I walk around and pick up garbage. I put the garbage in the garbage collection box, and a garbage collection robot empties the garbage collection box. The robot is big, and it has a big box on it so it can hold lots of... » Continue Reading
This topic has been on my mind a lot lately, so here's a list of the loneliest games I've ever played. I hope you find them as interesting as I did. Yume Nikki is a game where no matter where you go or what you do, all you have is yourself. No one interacts with you, follows you, or even acknowledges you. There are beau » Continue Reading
Lately I've found myself experiencing something I find troubling. I have a desire to write and points to be made, but I have nothing to say. I have an end goal, I have metaphors to demonstrate it, but I lack the experiences required in order to make those assertions. It's as though I'm not 'living' principally, but rather I am simply experiencing other people's lives as a substitution for living o... » Continue Reading
What happens when I die? I've been searching for an answer forever. I'm going to die soon and I don't want to hurt anyone. Will I be able to make contact? Will my friends even remember me? Can I have someone scatter my ashes over all of my friends? If I coat my friends with my ashes, will I absorb into their lungs? Or their skin? Will I become a part of them forever? Will I be able to move on to a... » Continue Reading
A game about a drone doing deliveries in a city. It's pretty simple, but such simplicity leaves one with a lot of time to think. The game felt slow and contemplative, the city was desolate and bleak. In this game's apocalypse, roads don't need to exist, infrastructure is only buildings. People cannot travel and rely entirely on drones delivering items to their house. It reminded me that neon light... » Continue Reading
This is a movie about a new kind of undead. A question of whether or not you're truly alive if you are a shell of your former self, if you're only kept alive by the monthly tissue donations of a mad scientist. Of how much one is willing to lose to keep a heart beating. The answer, to the final question, is blood. It's your conscience. One could argue, it's your life. In the effort to preserve what... » Continue Reading
There's one shot at the end of this movie where after the press is gone, and Jeff is eating a bowl of cereal. He looks out at the window, at the last K2 news van driving away, and in the background on his television you can see the news is on and he's no longer being talked about. Or thought about. Or even remembered. He was never famous, he was just a headline. His crime would be remembered when ... » Continue Reading
Try as you might, you will never recreate the same two footsteps. In sonic terms, they will always sound different. You can step every day for the rest of your life, and I don't know that it is entirely possible to hear two footsteps which sound identical to one another. Minor differences in concrete density, cracks in the wooden tracks, dirt mixing into mud, everything is different. If you go on ... » Continue Reading
In a departure from the usual tone of these reviews, I'd like to talk about Goodnight Punpun. Not what it made me think about, or some wistful story about my childhood that loosely ties into the themes of it, but my experience reading it in great detail. For the first time ever on Jumpy Reviews ™, l ight spoilers ahead. Punpun tells a story about a 10 year old child who, by the end of the story, i... » Continue Reading
The thought of being able to communicate with the people we've left behind, and go on one more adventure with them, to explore a familiar but different city, to build something in your garage, to impress them one final time with the instrument you were forced to learn. It's a deeply saddening thought, because it's impossible. Makoto Shinkai's works repeatedly showcase what our worlds could be if t... » Continue Reading
Take in the scent of the railcars next time you ride the train. Take in the tight cushioned seats, the rusted metal bars. Imagine faces in the chipped paint. Take a walk through the carefully planned out roads, take in every methodically placed tree. Look up at the manufactured horizon, the sterilized skyways between steel beamed landmarks. Remind yourself that all of this was intentional, designe... » Continue Reading
Lately I've been going through a lot of media that reminds me of all the things I never said to all of the people I've left behind. After watching 5 Centimeters per Second and seeing a very real, very raw, very grounded version of that story, going back and watching Voices of a Distant Star was refreshing in a sense. They've got aliens, mechs, space ships, blood, the works. I appreciate that about... » Continue Reading