On Plink

Go play Plink. Do it right now.

I don’t have a lot of things to say about the game. It is poetry in motion, and when you are playing with a few other people, you can really feel it click. My virtual musical self often gets into grooves with other people. We chase one another. A resonant beat follows our friendship. She disappears; I am left alone, a friend with the newcomer.

Maybe I do have something to say about it: it is anonymous affective love. There is something special happening when you create a double helix around the play of another person.

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