I'm going to tell you about my day today. In theory, very little happened... but I found it rather fascinating nevertheless. I have spent a significant portion of today inextricably fused to the sofa, exploring the kingdom of Hyrule ( a Nintendo game rightly considered one of the best ever made). I was, by all conventional metrics, a proper couch potato—a fully grown adult whose primary triumph today involved hoarding digital apples and catching fairies. Yet, even mashing buttons on a plastic controller gives me ontological giggles. It is somewhat amusing—and perhaps reassuring, too—to realise that even in the depths of a gaming marathon, the mind hasn't entirely degenerated. In fact, it kept churning over the question asked through eternity: how do we know the “real world” isn't just another game? Another state of mind—mechanically superior, better rendered, but ultimately no more final than a high-quality and very convincing dream? We treat this waking life as the defin...