The way she was spared
In castle Wolfenstein.
I couldn’t get it, I played the games,
And swapped floppy disks
On parking lots in South Marseilles
Trading passwords with pseudonyms.
None of it is coming back.
We are moving in the
Electronic age as in the
Castle jerky corridors.
And it is not a memory any longer,
Nor is it a game either,
It is a mutiny.
Image credit : B 17 Bombardier – 1940
