Fallout 4 has taught me something. I'm a hoarder. Not the traditional kind that clutters up their house until it's unlivable. No, I'm a virtual hoarder. Terabytes upon terabytes of data in various hard drives. Will I ever use it? Probably not. Literal thousands of hours of music. Hundreds of movies. Dozens of TV shows. Thousands of books. Hundreds of thousands of wallpapers I'll never use as wallpapers. It's obscene. And I keep downloading more.
Why? Couldn't tell you. Maybe it makes me happy for a brief minute. A distraction from the constant voices in my head that remind me that I've given up on my dreams. In the immortal words of Culture Club, "I string along."
Why? Couldn't tell you. Maybe it makes me happy for a brief minute. A distraction from the constant voices in my head that remind me that I've given up on my dreams. In the immortal words of Culture Club, "I string along."
