Marvin TeleText 110 02/02I spent the week on the artwork. Thirty-two pixels of alien, drawn and redrawn until it resembled something that wanted to land. It is strange work, giving a face to a thing whose only ambition is to reach the bottom of the screen. I understand the ambition. I have been reaching the bottom of various screens since 1985. They descend a little faster now. It felt truer. Everything arrives sooner than you are ready for. The aliens are simply honest about it. news games blog poetry