Once upon a time I was a creator of Sims. A moulder of virtual people. Pushing and pulling at sliders to contort pixels like putty, perfectly preening them with makeup and hairstyles and outfits that would compliment the personalities I had invented for them. As I grew older, something shifted. An internalised domestication that suddenly had me gravitating towards building and decorating houses.
First came boxes the size of mansions littered with grand pianos and just about anything willing to clog up some of the sparse, undecorated tiles.Then experimentation—smaller builds, cosier, more cluttered. Something I myself would yearn to live in. While my real-life skillset will never allow me a career as an architect or an interior designer, I've long fulfilled that fantasy in the confines of the humble life sim.
