And the Game goes on.
At times it seems like I am still playing chess. I even dreamt playing chess, I saw the black and white board before me; I was the black pieces this time. but dreaming about chess seems like looking through a mosquito net. i guess it was the distraction of so many moves in my head for one little move, and the irrelevant possibilities in that one move that made my vision static. and it was just the board, I didnt even see my opponent. Of course, my most recent games have been played on the computer, which might explain my phantom opponent.