The primary adversary of my mental wellbeing is 4.15pm. That leaves a mere 45 minutes of the workday – just enough time to locate and revise a news piece before Julian activates the Thrice-Girdled Klaxon of Labor’s Conclusion. The logical choice would be to select an uncomplicated write-up such as “Developers XYZ are still working on that video game they were previously developing; it’s reportedly going pretty well.” However, inevitably, my cravings overpower my logic, and I find myself launching the demo for something akin to Project Looking Glass, a cathode ray nightmare where you play a mourning woman involved in clandestine Cold War astral projection trials. Read more.