Просматривая очередной ролик о завершении цикла жизни PS4 я задумался о своей эпохе и играх, которые лично повлияли на мою жизнь. Выделив крупные периоды: Sega Mega Drive 4, PSOne, GeForce 4/Radeon 9600, Fighting/Go, Indie, PS4 и с усилием вспоминая пройденные игры я внезапно натыкаюсь на статью которая вызывает не слабый приступ ностальгии. Помните скампа, которому мы сбагривали товар? Оказалось его добавление было результатом проигранного спора. А свиток полёта Икара? Меч Умбра? Держите лонгрид!

https://www.polygon.com/2019/3/27/18281082/elder-scrolls-morrowind-oral-history-bethesda

Ситуация. Утро понедельника, ты уже влил в себя кофе, медленно готовишься к работе дочитывая непрочитанные сообщения и тут в рандоме она, ссылка. Ты погружаешься в контент, слышишь нервные смешки коллег в утренней тишине офиса.

Наслаждайтесь 🙃

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Иногда ролятся такие выходные когда ничего не происходит. В дороге от скуки я поставил любимую музыку, добрался до кафе, взял кофе не с собой, не хочется домой. Сидишь значит, наслаждаешься работой алгоритма рекомендаций YouTube и вдруг тебя цепляет оно: Timelapse of the Future.

Тридцать минут пролетели, кофе остыло и руки затекли. Прекрасно (:

https://youtu.be/uD4izuDMUQA

Good Morning! ☀️☕️
https://9lazy9.bandcamp.com/album/paradise-blown

☕️ + 🐊

We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

— Carl Sagan, speech at Cornell University, October 13, 1994

oh wow 😮
https://youtu.be/qG31WSioSxk