If your life is in tatters there is nothing like playing Candy crush. I'm sure you've already started that damn game in your life many times but it always fails like dieting or getting off Twitter. Don't be fooled. Candy crush is a drug that doesn't solve your life but at least makes it bearable. It's hours and hours without thinking or feeling. Free addiction if you ignore that while you're color matching and saving baby gummy dragons, the Chinese government is stealing your data to buy your will and sell you lamps, dwarf washing machines, and folding brooms. Faust paid much more to Mephistopheles.
There are other games but none as stupid as Candy crush. Entire days making chromatic trios, trying to prevent vintage anarchism bombs from exploding and bursting walls of gum. Candy crush advertising notes that it has infinite levels in infinite episodes, with infinite worlds that are updated every week. What do you read? Company. Loyalty. Eternity. How to resist?
I have a friend in Madrid in similar life circumstances who has chosen to watch videos of animals devouring each other. It is another good option, without a doubt. I have chosen this Dorothy on her endless yellow brick road and even more so now that Elton John is in town, perhaps for the last time. Like Elton John was the Wizard of Oz and Lady Di, Dorothy. Faced with this possibility, I silence the sound of the game and Candle in the wind sounds and I play with a cultureta alibi. Pure amniotic pleasure.
Listen to me. Forget alcohol, shrinks and antidepressants. Reinstall Candy crush. Sink into this bathtub of blandness and stupidity. He won't hear a single reproach from Candy's lips for her absence. Partly because that kid is airheaded and a ruthless killer of your attention span. Lying on the sofa, Elton sounds and that hides the noise of Candy gnawing at his soul and heart.