Finished Resident Evil: Requiem. Pretty amazing game actually. Hard to say which one I liked better – this one of VII. Requiem is a great synthesis of Action Horror and Horror Shooter. Note it is horror no matter which character you are playing – Grace or Leon. Overall I’d say it’s one of the best games I’ve ever played. Here are a selection of screenshots taken while playing. PC stats: Aorus Z390 Ultra, 32 GB RAM, Intel Core i7 9300K, with an MSi Nvidea RTX 5070 12GB OC.
My column in this week’s Winkler Morden Voice and Altona Rhineland Voice newspapers.
Everyday
Is a series of photos
In an album called life
Snapshots captured as
Studies in dark
Studies in light
Shadows as memories
Cast upon our walls
Telling our stories
To the ones brave enough
To wander our gallery
Perchance to leave
Images of their own
Behind.
and i see
reminders of the past
like autumn leaves
blazing before me
as visions in a fire
falling to the ground.
what will become of them
as they are buried
and turned to mulch?
will they nurture
a new and brighter future
whose roots go deep
or will they moulder away
signifying the death of all things;
things that were, are and could be?
for we know this much:
all that was, might create
a bright and new-felt day
or descend to bitter darkness –
of crushed hopes in decay.
I will say this – Kylee Bailey is an amazing writer. I’ve been following Bailey’s writing and sense a passion for the craft. This one is a great read.
New video card. Replaced the RTX 3060 with an MSI RTX 5070 oc…came with a “free” copy of Resident Evil Requiem.
What do we do
When the we becomes he
Or the we becomes she
What do we do
When what once was three
Becomes two, or one…
When the we becomes
Just me?
When we feel as if
We don’t know how to be
Without the we
That once was
Because
You put so much you
Into that beautiful we.
I do not know
I cannot see
Or perhaps
Maybe
I will not
I cannot pay the cost
Of knowing
For knowing
Doesn’t come for free –
There’s always a fee…
One more lost day
In a series
Of lost days
Living as if
We were endless
Squandering the time
As if there would always
Be moments
Moments to squeeze
Every last drop of joy
From one another
Before the clock runs down
And we find we have died
Alone in our beds
Senseless
And without.
Mornings are getting lighter
As spring approaches
Bringing lantern sun
gleaming off her azure cloak
To peel back secretive night
Revealing all the invisible things
Done in the pre-dawn dark
Sent scuttling into black crevices
To hide from the bright skies
And all the witnessing eyes
More comfortable in blackness
Blind and pale beneath the earth
Away from any soothing warmth
That might stir the heart to beat
Awakening courage that lay dormant
In the grasping, straight-jacket silence.