I started playing Pokemon Go. It was bound to happen. I like games, I like geeky things, and I own a phone. Now my mankey and I roam the mean streets of Leeds looking for magicarp and candy.
In some ways, it distances me from reality. In others, it grounds me in it. It makes me look at the interesting features the game is tied to. It makes me imagine where around me these strange creatures might be hiding. I picture sentrets hiding under the tables of coffee shops lurking poliwags around bus stops.
All the best fiction makes us look at reality differently. Sure, it’s no Shakespeare, but this game is doing some of that for me, adding a wonder to the world that wasn’t there before.
Plus it’s addictive fun.