Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
"Shade" Is A Creepy Piece Of Interactive Fiction
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2009 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I went to the beach. Lots of people do it all the time, I suppose, but I don't, usually. Seemed pleasant at the time*, but now there's sand everywhere, on the floor, on the back of my neck, in my bed. I can't get away from it, even though I've had a few showers since. It's a reminder of where I've been; I take this inescapable grittiness everywhere with me, little embodied chunks of experience, exfoliating the skin I thought I'd protected with sunscreen, rubbing me the wrong way.
I know eventually it'll go away, but right now you could call me George Sand and I wouldn't object.
* I now realize that many spa treatments, such as exfoliation, seaweed wraps, hot stone massages, and hydrotherapy, aim to replicate the beach experience. Even the calming music resembles ocean waves.
Comments
Nicholas
lardcave.net
10 Jul 2009, 8:33 a.m.
Julia
10 Jul 2009, 9:24 a.m.
I grew up going to the beach often, and I never really liked it for exactly that reason. I like the ocean, and I even occasionally like getting in it, but sand? No thank you. I also feel ill if I get a sunburn, and I hate getting tossed around by the waves. That said, I can totally dig some floating in warm, calm water (like the Caribbean), and I had a spa treatment once and found it very relaxing.
Alexei
10 Jul 2009, 12:53 p.m.
Can't...not...plug...Blue...Lacuna
"Shade" blew my mind.<br/>