Q*bert

I’m trying to finish my novel. It’s not easy. Whispering in my left ear is the voice of Russian Formalism. In the right: McLusky. In some of the long, uneasy moments of silence, I play Q*bert. In the game, a stage is made up of four levels. The rules of the game are altered with every passing stage, making progress more difficult.

I will say this: purported internet hi-score records to the contrary, it is not possible to progress beyond stage 3, level 2. I have tried. I am like Ixion, bound to the wheel, and the wheel is Q*bert.

I regret nothing, motherfuckers.