Games give an agency and power where there is none.
I can exercise heroics, aggression, spontaneity, without earthly consequence.
Opportunity is flung my way and Escapism lends it’s hand.
I can explore the imperfect brain-child of imperfect creators, see the seam in the sky.
Imagine another medium that drinks you up the same, where you can plunge into sea or long grass, where your actions can fill and animate the body of a character.
TV can break the fourth wall, address you, look you in the eye.
Books can call you “dear reader” but I can’t put my hands to use around Rochester’s throat, I can’t bang on the other side of the attic door for Jane to hear as a bump in the night.