Long Right, Eyelids Closing, Don't Cut

A memory of late nights, tired eyes, and the sounds you only hear when you stop playing

My brother brought back a copy of Colin McRae Rally from a lad’s holiday in the 90s. One of the few games we’d play together.

The quiet of the night. There’s not much activity outside.

A cool summer breeze drifts through my open window, rustling the edge of a curtain that never quite stays still. As usual, my room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the tele…