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Phantom Law
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It wasn’t until I started playing the game that I realised I had nothing to lose. For the longest time I thought I’d tap out altogether and not participate, but part of me wanted more. I guess I wanted to feel the thrill of the chase again. An extended period of brooding and self-reflection led to my re-emergence. The game I speak of is not one you might be familiar with, but that’s okay. I’m hoping I can evade explicitly stating what the game entails, because I’m not certain I can trust all that many people with its express definition. Suffice it to say, you know it when you see it, experience it, or hear well-told anecdotes about its existence.
The ill perceived secrecy around my participation in the lived human experience forces me to act like I’m above particular behaviours, but nobody is. And for all the highfalutin, purely performative decency we’re force-fed, few of us could possibly live up to such ideals. It’s not that I’m encouraging debauchery and hedonism — far from it. I just know, and have come to terms with the reality of who we are and what we’re about. No one really cares about stuffy, straitlaced law abiding citizens. They’re more interested in how one can colour outside the lines and get away with it scot-free.
If someone told you there were no rules, and everything you ever learnt up till now was a farce, would you…
