Frozen Moment

Fate/Grand Order – who *isn’t* playing it?

Nine cabinets plus waiting benches plus a signup sheet to manage the queue. But you’re the only one who’d come at this hour.

Transparent umbrella hooked on the notch they made; work handbag resting where they knew you’d put it.

16:30 on a Friday: skiving from something, for sure.

Thought you’d get away with it – with adding nothing to the world – but the moment gets frozen like every other.

You’re stuck with your unforgotten crime of wasted time on a forgettable game.

You double down and say it’s your culture and you’re a gamer.

Then we get together and say “Remember that?” And because we all do it seems like it must have meant something.

And that’s being a gamer.