There are these magic moments in life when a work of art seems as if it's sent to you by the gods. It hits you in just the right way at just the right time, and usually when you need it the most - Walt Whitman's Song of Myself
, Bob Dylan's Blood on the Tracks
, Francis Ford Coppola's Apocalypse Now
, J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye
- and it's cathartic, it's life-altering. After you see them or hear them or read them, you look at things differently. You change. It happens most often to me with music or books, but in games it's rare. Yet it did happen. Twice.
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