Friday, March 04, 2005

At The End of the Day (Endings and New Beginnings)

"Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago." --Herman Melville, Moby Dick

The day, edging towards its inevitable close, stands but a memory, looking out to the horizons of the future from its unmoving perch; a tired, old former sea captain, gazing out at distant waters from the rocky shores. The meandering thoughts that pass through the mind as sleep slowly takes hold, form personal epilogues of the day duly spent.

Just reading a little here and there, during lunch breaks and sometimes just before bed, I finally came to the end of Moby-Dick, a book I started slowly sailing my way through last August, around about the same time I began writing this weblog. Last night I also finished Half-Life 2, which took a relatively short amount of time, and although its a great game, the graphics, action and gameplay are amazing, I never seem to feel the same emotion from the narrative of computer games that seems almost always present by the end of a good movie or book. I wonder if this is an area that will be explored as games move forward and evolve.

It seems life is full of beginnings, middles and endings; the pattern is everywhere you look, in the written words of a book, in the sounds of a rock 'n' roll album, in the symbols splashed on the silver screen, in the levels of a game, in the hours of a day, in birth, life and death. The introduction, middle and conclusion of a published book already exist as a whole, bound together on the page, yet must be experienced in a linear fashion as we read each word through the passage of time. Such is life, at the end of the day.

Breaching Moby-Dick


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