Gaming

About this work

Gaming Sometimes I feel as though I have lost the game even before I sit down to play. My little ones repeat, happily, gestures that I did not teach them, following a logic that eludes me. My anger fluctuates: against them, for not knowing how to stop; against myself, for not knowing how to guide; against a society that designed the trap to perfection and then wrapped it in an impeccable discourse of progress. I struggle between turning it all off or pretending nothing is happening, between being a boundary or being complicit. While they celebrate each new stimulus, I try to learn, out of sync, how to protect them from a game in which we are all already involved, even though we still debate who truly holds the controls.