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Backrooms stuck with me more than I thought it would. Maybe it’s the fact that I forgot to take my meds two days in a row. Maybe it’s because I watched the movie at 10am on a Monday and then went to work right after. Or maybe it’s because I knew I had a looming 90 minute transit ride out to Burnaby after work to grab a package from the post office and then take another 90 minutes back home — in th

Have you guys heard of these backrooms? The secret liminal spaces lurking on the other side of the ones we inhabit every single day? I look for them all the time now since watching Backrooms, a movie with a concept and flair so tantalising I think my brain is literally still stuck wandering its fluorescent hallways. Kind of like the characters in the movie, I stumbled upon the world of Backrooms b

Welcome back to The Peliplat Dispatch! A newsletter rounding up all the recent highlights on Peliplat, brought to you by… Me! Alex, from the Peliplat HQ. Read all the previous issues of The Peliplat Dispatch here 🔦 new creator spotlight 🔦 Amongst all the challenges and events, it's easy to miss some diamonds in the rough. I highly recommend checking out these new writers. Give them a follow & re

I get it. 1984 is not your style. Too bleak. The greyscale aesthetic is a damper. Maybe that's why you've avoided dystopias for so long. There isn't anything to cling to in all the achromatic stillness, the black and whites that just merge and blend into one shade. Into one movie. And what kind of uniformity is that? Not an interesting kind, for sure. How to know you're oppressed in dystopian fict

I went to a fan event Wednesday night for Masters of the Universe. Not because I’m a fan, but because Page is out of town and I run a website (that garners around 50 views a week, mainly hate-views?). I wasn’t sure what He-Man fans look like, obviously it’s mainly men, but as far as age goes, I’m not really sure. The original cartoon He-Man and the Masters of the Universe dates back from 1983, so

Throughout my life, I've had the misfortune of being on one side of almost every romantic interaction. It didn't matter if they reciprocated even a little, because I idealized their humanness, making even the most mundane person into an intricate three-act-structure plot rom-com that I myself am an avid audience for. I see people like poetry – something to figure out, to make sense of, and to admi