One after the other, and I don’t think too hard on them either. I play to win – that’s a given – but I also play for the dose of fast relief I can feel once I’ve made a move. Notification: Your turn. It’s my turn, so I go now. Now. If I don’t go now, something will happen. Actually, nothing will happen. But I swallow these moves, these games, these notifications that it’s my turn to play like vitamins that are doing my body good. GOX. QIS. KEE. HUP. I don’t use these words in real-life, but it doesn’t matter. I’m abusing vocabulary. I’m making it mine. You don’t think it’s a word, but in this world, it is. And I know them all.