
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art…
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art…
Haven’t you heard? The Ludic Century is upon us. As laid out in academic and game designer Eric Zimmerman’s “Manifesto for a Ludic Century,” the coming hundred years will be defined by interactivity, systems-based thinking and a focus on conscious…