Although I tried to ponder the orb, I pondered the software. I found some orb designs more resistant to my attempts at orb-pondering—I might as well have been staring at a paper plate or a foam toy basketball. Others were more inviting, but nonetheless impenetrable. I found some backgrounds made me ponder differently. I pondered the similarity to a dress-up game—I enjoyed it in this capacity—and imagined musical runway accompaniment to the orb’s assorted fits. I imagined it sashaying in place, the motion technically invisible but felt with the force of a personality.
Although I tried to ponder the orb, I pondered the opacity of its pixels. The large areas of flat color made it easier to notice the reflections on my screen. I wondered if this was intentional. Like a painting, no light can pass through the orb representation, nor be bent in such a passage. This orb representation feels to me like a focal point, rather than a portal. It is framed and frames nothing beyond the reflection of my chin. Or does it?
Although I tried to ponder the orb, I pondered the context. I scrolled down and read and clicked links. “Paku Paku" is fantastic. Expectations and advertising go hand in hand in raising or ruining an experience. Discovery is a game, but how do we credit its friction? Isn’t it our own?
I pondered the author, the jam and its other participants. I pondered PICO8. I pondered anything but the orb.
I pondered my predicament, acknowledged my disappointment (in my flagging efforts to orb-ponder), and closed the window with a brief sting of remorse.
Orb, I have done my best to ponder you. I hope you do not now ponder me.
This submission, how it made me feel, and the context given all tickles me. Congrats for first across the line on submission, and thank you for participating.
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Although I tried to ponder the orb, I pondered the software. I found some orb designs more resistant to my attempts at orb-pondering—I might as well have been staring at a paper plate or a foam toy basketball. Others were more inviting, but nonetheless impenetrable. I found some backgrounds made me ponder differently. I pondered the similarity to a dress-up game—I enjoyed it in this capacity—and imagined musical runway accompaniment to the orb’s assorted fits. I imagined it sashaying in place, the motion technically invisible but felt with the force of a personality.
Although I tried to ponder the orb, I pondered the opacity of its pixels. The large areas of flat color made it easier to notice the reflections on my screen. I wondered if this was intentional. Like a painting, no light can pass through the orb representation, nor be bent in such a passage. This orb representation feels to me like a focal point, rather than a portal. It is framed and frames nothing beyond the reflection of my chin. Or does it?
Although I tried to ponder the orb, I pondered the context. I scrolled down and read and clicked links. “Paku Paku" is fantastic. Expectations and advertising go hand in hand in raising or ruining an experience. Discovery is a game, but how do we credit its friction? Isn’t it our own?
I pondered the author, the jam and its other participants. I pondered PICO8. I pondered anything but the orb.
I pondered my predicament, acknowledged my disappointment (in my flagging efforts to orb-ponder), and closed the window with a brief sting of remorse.
Orb, I have done my best to ponder you. I hope you do not now ponder me.
This submission, how it made me feel, and the context given all tickles me. Congrats for first across the line on submission, and thank you for participating.