Reading Tolkien and playing D&D in grade school primed me for an almost magical realist(?) perspective. Wargames revealed a hidden world of interconnected monoliths designed and guarded by wizards who actually thought of themselves as wizards.
As a young outsider, I could gain access to this world only by breaking in or fast-talking someone. Once inside I'd have my own room and could learn magic at my own pace. I could explore. The wizard might banish me if he finds out.
This was literally half of the books I'd read growing up come to life.
As a young outsider, I could gain access to this world only by breaking in or fast-talking someone. Once inside I'd have my own room and could learn magic at my own pace. I could explore. The wizard might banish me if he finds out.
This was literally half of the books I'd read growing up come to life.