It's 5:30. People have their doors open. You can hear the quiet strains of music, intermixed with the equally quiet bing, bing, whirdlee-whir, bing, bing, tacka-tacka, bong of various videogames.
On this quiet evening when the meetings are over, we relax into games. I love this grey zone where work is play and play is work.
We have an informal group that plays boardgames down in the cafeteria two nights a week. They have met for years. I came in at 2:00am one Friday and they were still here. The same quiet murmur, only with cards and markers instead of videogame pings.
In my sleep, game-designers murmur quietly and ceaselessly, a constant sys-admin function, keeping the world going. I find it completely comforting.
Ping. Ping. ratta-ta-ratta-ta-ratta. DING-DONG. ping. ping.
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