My Old Xbox
A system of mechanical organs shut up inside a marble casing. Poke the eye on its face to awaken the green behemoth. Snaking across the floor, a cord, growing off of a controller, half-red, half-white. The curves mold onto my hand, and the machine melts into my soul. For one brief moment, I throw a veil onto myself, one day, a street-savvy skateboarder busting kickflips over the tops of New Orleans, the next, maybe an emerald-clad Space Marine pumping lead into extraterrestrials on a distant... Sign in to see full entry.