I constantly want to write at length about Alex, but I’ve yet to spend the time to look through all of his work and find the throughline, the connection, or whatever. That will probably come over the summer.
In terms of the Player-God, I think yes, I’m always trying to kill it. But at the same time, I’m trying to kill the Maker-God. There is no one place or source for a work. There’s no Truth. I reject the Platonic Ideal. Both maker and player are complicit in the act of the experience. Without either, the other wouldn’t exist.