Pulse
Scroll down. The thread leads the way
It starts here
First, you are this.
A faceless mannequin. Then you choose the face, the body, the hair, the clothes — and you are not one any more.
And it moves
You walk, you run, you sit.
Two metres per second. Four point two if you run. Those are the game's numbers, not a figure of speech.
There is somewhere to go
Then you go out.
A club fifty metres by thirty-eight, raised from a photograph: 563,534 triangles and 34 lights.
The others
And you are not alone.
You talk, you sit next to each other, you dance. The thread you followed all the way here is this.