This is incredibly kind. Thank you.

My metaphorical town is quite small, and not populated by a vast amount of folk hammering on my door, begging to be let in to sit in a circle and listen to me wax lyrical about board games.
‘Great speaker!’, no-one exclaims, ‘Tell us more about the art and craft of game design whilst we get on with not really existing.’

And so, I meander through the streets of the internet until it turns out, I find you wandering in the dark, talking on your phone about board games. You don’t seem to mind if I stand and listen a while, perhaps seeing that I am intrigued by the way your reviews slowly unravel towards your final thoughts.

At the end, I nod a thanks to you, and as I stand and sip my coffee and watch the inevitable score taken to the necessary decimal places recede into the distance, I find I have more to contemplate than mere subjective numeracy. You see, I am aware that I could have just got a taxi to this place, told the driver to wake me up when we get to the score and popped my brain in a box, but I prefer to take another route. There is a calmness in the way you structure your thoughts, the way someone talks in hushed tones in the street at night. While the brute scores go in to town for a boozy night, a kebab and a fight, I am content to stand under this street light and listen.

For what my thoughts are worth, I enjoy wandering these streets, listening to the conversations of others. I’m glad to meet you here.