You see, we all have a second life, and we bottle it up in our fantasies and stop time.
When a cute waitress brushes your hand as she hands you the check, when a glowing mom and dad walk by hand-in-hand with their children as precious as lambs or a Jaguar glides down the street, a glimmering metal beast, you slip into fantasy, into your second life.
These images of fantasy are powerful. And frozen. We collect them and collect them until our fantasy life is a junk drawer of unrelated things.
In Second Life (link mine), these bits and pieces come back to life, tangible and in motion. Itâ€™s like opening that junk drawer of experience and suddenly realizing you have all the pieces you need to build a moon rocket or make cheese.
From David Thomas’ Architecture and Vice in The Escapist.