While I was at GenCon UK a few weeks ago I met an old friend from a games club I used to attend, and we spent some time reminiscing about games we'd played. For some reason today, I suddenly remembered one of the many single-session off-the-cuff games I'd run which made a large impact at the time, but has since been almost forgotten.

It's wierd how the mind works, but in an attempt to capture the feel of the game without getting in to tedious details, here's a short poem:

However finely you slice the moments,
between each instant waits eternity,
where shadows glide. We are the denizens, 
changeless voices in a scene of stillness.

This one's for you, Mark - I wonder if you'll ever read it?