#benjamin morris

2 Years of Character Design | 2021-2023

Yes, Sometimes Football is Nerdy!

By now the cigarettes have all been kissed, the gossip, strewn about the room like rags, the pasta, long forgotten. Outside the traffic on Gregson Street streams endlessly into dusk, tossing its litter into her yard: condoms, Melissa tells me, now they even throw condoms. We are sitting on the floor, talking of novels and doubt. Up close her knees reveal thin blue webs I am always surprised to see: she is so young, at fifty, her mind, so nimble and compassionate for the children she never had. I wonder how her body can betray her. Refilling our glasses we sway, lean into each other’s stories, until at one point she stands, or tries to, and it is as slow and sad as the planets, this wonderful drunken woman rising and sinking to the floor like some great luminous bear, settling back to the carpet with such force that I see a little shiver in the Chablis. I try to take no notice, swimming through my words with the same dull strokes, but after the second time she groans, and makes it, and wanders off to the toilet ten feet away in her own house, all I can see is gravity, crossing its legs.

“…Each level finds you advancing slowly but inexorably as goblin ground and air units attempt the most violent c#$% blocking in gaming history…”