I still think about the way a dark room felt when the PlayStation came to life. It was a specific kind of magic that had nothing to do with the game itself and everything to do with that low, electric glow.
I started this project because I missed the aimless mystery of it all.
Things like demo discs that arrived with no context or the strange, wonderful treasures I’d find in a bargain bin. The amazing times I’d have with friends pulling all-nighters, or just quiet moments of solitary isolation.
94 ‘Til Infinity is just a small time machine for the things that stayed with me, from the grainy magazine ads to the odd little moments I forgot I even cared about.
There isn’t any hype or an algorithm trying to sell you something here. It’s just for those of us who used to leave the game paused for an hour just to hear the menu music.
Welcome home.
