Turns out the last software update was just a dream, and nothing has been stable since.

Nostalgia, dreams, memories, and art.

It’s not just about what I remember and how much was just a dream, but how memory malfunctions in the age of digital permanence.

This project is an elegy for the 8-bit to 64-bit eras, and a statement on where video games are now: an art movement in itself, going god knows where. It’s also a statement about where I am now: overwhelmed by modern media, haunted by past media, and unable to make sense of my own media.