A young lady asked me why I spend so much time flying spaceships, building virtual popguns or playing drum’n’bass tunes in clubs that “don’t really exist”. Duh. Since I made my first website when HTML was a few months old – I guess it also didn’t “really” exist – I noticed that a lot of people started using teh intarwebs.
It’s these virtual things that confuse people most, like money, television or a great novel that sucks them into another reality for days, yet always consists of the same 26 letters in ever changing combinations.
For some people it’s a waste of time to read books. For some people it’s a waste of time to go to the gym. In fact, I consider everything to be a waste of time, but I also think that it lasts forever, we just don’t know where we will end up after we have this time of our life. But since I feel there is a bunch of eternity to exist in, playing on virtual space stations and befriending virtual dragons to me is very similiar to, let’s say, attending a class on 3D design.
Boy with dragon friend:
Boy in virtual classroom:
See? There’s not that much difference.
