My Animal Crossing island isn’t a spot in the ocean so much as it’s a gap in the day. It’s a place I return to at least once every 24 hours. Like Dale Cooper and his coffee, I don’t plan for it, I just let it happen. In between the school run, the inbox, whatever I’m writing and whatever I need to leave the house for, there will surely be that glittering moment when the Switch – or the Switch 2 – calls to me, where I wonder how Spike is doing today, and where I feel like a trip to the Roost would hit pretty good right about now.
