DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
No matter how careful one is these days, the chances of being misunderstood or getting lost in translation (and we don’t mean that in the strict linguistic sense) is obscenely great that in a vacuum of opinions, thoughts, or fleeting statements, there exists a need to set a precedence or affix an insulating conjugation to cushion the potential impact. It’s like every waking moment is a frustrating game of Minesweeper, that popular pre-mainstream internet pastime in the 90s meant to mimic history’s atrocious relationship with landmines in a crude 8-bit render.
In the single player puzzle, the objective is to clear the board of hidden mines without detonating them, very vaguely clued only by the mysterious squares across and steered by heavy strokes of luck. While I still do not get the point of the computer game, where I mostly spent my time away haphazardly clicking through squares, hoping it wouldn’t explode or in a fit of safety, just marking each one with a flag and call it a day. Nothing much has changed in the presumable contemporary version, except that this time, the board has evolved to social media and well, real life, and the bombs are prejudices and judgments we constantly have to be careful of not setting off.
And much like the many walks of landmines across still challenged nations, no soul is spared, especially where Tony Labrusca is concerned.
“You know what, looking back now, what goes through my mind is that I think everything is starting to
