I wonder what would happen if Thomas Wolfe, the novelist who originally uttered that one "can't go home again," found himself in a GameStop circa 2011. I have no trouble grasping the underlying intention of his oft-used idiom -- that what's happened in the past should be left there, as it only lives on through our memories and lingering regrets -- but I've just wrapped up my fourth re-skinned video game re-release in as many months. And just like every other title I've recently re-discovered under deadline, the Metal Gear Solid HD Collection has transported me right back to where I was when I first played each of its up-rezzed entrants upon their original releases.
Video games are funny like that -- even years after their sell-by dates, they have a very distinct way of sticking with you long after the final cut-scene concludes and the credits roll. Sure, we never forget our first love, but we also never forget that panicked feeling of flight that struck our gut like a reticulated python when we first fought The End. But unlike Taylor Jennings in my fifth grade English class (Editor's note: I'll never forget you), video games are ever-present constants in our lives, easily accessible and ripe for re-examination at a moment's notice, assuming you have the proper hardware at the ready.



















