Equinox
Two players, a board, an equal start. Rules, positions and the design of games in which there is nothing to blame but yourself.
Two players, a board, an equal start. Rules, positions and the design of games in which there is nothing to blame but yourself.
On games, rules, and the strange pleasure of being inconvenienced on purpose. A pile of matches, sixteen wooden pieces, a philosopher who wrote as a dying grasshopper, and the moment chess gained its queen.
New pieces in Equinox, by letter.
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