Oh, I could die right now, he thinks as he watches the last 33 seconds of Phantogram’s “Futuristic Casket” count down on his iTunes. His lair feels like a futuristic casket; with his Britney Spears literacy poster and his gloss pens to draw on it and make her in to catwoman. With the cavernous clouds overhead, casting his windows in a pale light of grey, this could be a perfect time to go in to the nothingness. He’s got quests, yes, but it does no harm to dwell on the nothingness of the moment.

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