Growing Up: The Mysterious Case of the Immortal Perverted Arcade

<p>The feeling on my shoulder was sharp and foreboding. Whatever it was doing the tapping was, very likely, something I&rsquo;d find revolting. I knew this instinctively. I&rsquo;ve felt gentle taps, curious taps and even menacing taps, but this wasn&rsquo;t quite like any of those.</p> <p>I knew that as soon as I were to turn around, it would become real. Like a quantum experiment where atoms take concrete form only when there&lsquo;s an observer to acknowledge them. I didn&rsquo;t want to turn around. I didn&rsquo;t want whatever it was to fully materialize.</p> <p>And yet, in some strange way, this precise feeling and the tap that produced it is exactly why I came here.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@S.Nik/growing-up-the-mysterious-case-of-the-immortal-perverted-arcade-84e6b8b65458"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>