sometimes i think about the "end of the world" & how we likely won't have access to computers and all of the games i've made--an art that uses technology--will be defunct, deprecated, reduced to memories.
maybe it's an impulsive instinctual desire to play with fire, to know this & make games anyway. but maybe it's brave to work in a medium that is bound to burn out like the sun.
The only medium with longevity appears to be... clay tablets.
(and where do you store those so others will actually be able find them and not mistake them as rubbish?)
After the only thing keeping our memories alive are gone (ourselves and those who loved us), a work remains immortal if it manages to reach out into the future and provide closure to someone searching for meaning which your art can express.
The ability of a work to influence the fabric of our culture is the most enduring permanence of all.
