I was in Sweden on a job. That's all you need to know.

For now.

I had 3 hours to kill and a nearby science museum had a games exhibit. Since it was the middle of the school day and a museum, there were no children using said games exhibit. I waltzed up to the dreamcast, a system I never had as a kid and booted up the strangest, most un-me looking game available. That was chu-chu rocket. Something in its fluid motion puzzles, struck me as gorgeous. It was fluid algebra. And that math seemed to see me. Write my problems into a simulacrum of saccrine colored, synchronized squeakers. It melted my cold, American heart and forced me to see the shining hope in that Scandinavian town. To make the most out of the problems I had. Because even when you feel like a scared little robot mouse or whatever, there's always a next cheese level or something. I dont know - listen i was dehydrated, it was a great fucking time though.

I cried walking out of the museum. I couldn't afford any other exhibit.