Yes, yes, I know I’m not around much anymore – well, writing, that is.
You see, after Bloodborne and its hellish DLC, and its 3 endings – not one, three ! – here I am again – but what a joy !!!! – this insane pearl, this unheard-of treasure, this ultimate masterpiece: Grim Fandango!
What a pleasure!
But to be, for a few hours, that old rascal Manny, telling himself a strange love story in which his beautiful … has disappeared – and he’s looking for her, Manny, he’s looking for her in this world of the dead, where the worst thing for a dead person is to germinate and become, for all eternity, a field of flowers.
So I’m very busy.
As for Altair…
I’ve digested last year’s unhealthy pettiness.
But the fact is, I had imagined Altair for all those people who, since Covid, have shown me more and more their narrow-mindedness, their fears, their lack of courage and, finally, their magnificent capacity for betrayal.
As a result, I no longer have anyone to dream of Altair for. So, I don’t dream about it anymore.
I’m rebuilding my little life of my own choosing. With the job I love, my little house that’s too old but saves my life every day, my children, my cats and the few friends I have left from those horrible times I went through with my family.
I admit I like it, everything’s going well, the girl’s happy, she’s playing.
And it’s true, the Altair dream is fading. I keep it in the corner of my mind, for you, because you’re still here, and I find that incredible!
Have fun on your own, my friend –
and hey, one day I’ll come across other people and start inventing other dreams, that’s just how I roll
ALTAIR - Concepts 