It's a grim ol' world, boys and girls. Wars take their terrible toll upon developing nations. Hate, fear, and intolerance still rule the roost. "Independent perception" of our reality is riddled with lies: some spun by political tricksters, some by corporate mouthpieces, but most have been engrained in the collective psyche - a network of self-delusion that we, like the dogs we are, have been trained to accept. All the while, we hurl across the firmament at a blistering speed, hapless passengers on a planet that, embittered by humanity's myriad abuses, is slowly conspiring to kill us. Our waistlines are getting larger, our paychecks getting smaller, and if we weren't so loaded on antidepressants, we would probably come to realize that the only sensible course of action is to wrap one's lips around the tailpipe of a running car, in the hope of slipping back into the void from whence we came.
Indeed, it's a grim ol' world.
Yet there is one group that frolics along, oblivious to this cruel reality: the children. Appreciating the simple things in life - the carefree riding of one's bike, or the majestic, skyward arc of a kite - these beacons of light radiate pure joy, lifting the spirits of even the most jaded men. As it happens, they're also rather fond of arcade games.
Such is the crux of "Caine's Arcade," a ten-minute video that tells the story of a nine year old boy, and the makeshift arcade he has built inside his father's auto parts store.. Needless to say, a well-wisher takes it upon himself to aid the business of this charming young lad, nurturing his entrepreneurial spirit, and bringing young Caine closer to his dream of attracting that fabled "customer."
I'll leave it at that, since the it's a rather heartwarming story for those of us with fond memories of the arcade. Having noticed a sudden, pulsing sensation in my wrist - I believe this is what medical science has aptly calls "a pulse" - I'm off to cope with the revelation.