Potions
- The pokestop gives you 3 potions. It’s five miles from your house. It always gives you three potions. None of your pokemon are injured.
- You throw a pokeball at a rattata. It escapes. You throw another and then another. You’ve thrown 38 pokeballs. You don’t even want the rattata, but you want to catch it more than you want to eat or sleep. You throw 12 more pokeballs. It’s your last one. The rattata escapes. It runs away. You always knew it would end this way.
- A little girl throws breadcrumbs at the pidgeys. A boy throws a pokeball at a pigeon. Is that how things should be? You’re not sure of anything any more.
- numbers. You don’t know what they mean, but you know they need to be higher, always higher. Stronger. Faster. You must collect the stardust to increase the numbers. “Higher is better,” a voice whispers to you in your sleep.
- There’s a jigglypuff nearby. There’s always a jigglypuff nearby. Maybe it’s the same jigglypuff. Are you hunting it, or is it hunting you?
- You walk for kilometer after kilometer, but your eggs never hatch. Are you really walking? You begin to wonder if you’re trapped in a small dark prison only dreaming that you’re walking free in the world trying to trap these creatures in a small dark prison.
- You take away their freedom. You experiment on them. You force them to fight. When they’re no more use to you, you throw them away. You realize the terrible truth at last. They’re not the monsters. You are.
