Loss and the little triangle

An endless circle.

There isn’t any forward movement. Not really. Advancement in Super Hexagon come from moving through a fixed space. No zigzagging. No meandering. No real deviations from the path, either. Just endlessly moving in a circle. Clockwise, counterclockwise. Circling. Circling. But not really progressing.

Embracing the discontinuity.

Instead of trying to maintain the line, moving from one fixed area to the next, extension of time comes from the loss. The triangle must move into and then out of the breakage, the non-spaces. From point to line and more, open passages lead ever onwards. Through to the next. And the next. And those after. Ever in motion.

Perspective slips and shifts.

Instead of a clear locus, the triangle rotates around the path. It forces a change in approach, in understanding the space itself. There is no up or down. Or even a left or right. It’s all in the incoming and the outgoing. The circle is the path, but not the goal in and of itself. It must match the never-ending waves.


Positioning is only half the conflict. Discerning not only where is needed but when to be there. Sometimes, waiting is key, not rushing to placement. Timing is critical and a single misstep can be the end of everything. Knowing when not to move is just as important.


There are no words for the shapes, no labels for the mazes. They come toward the little triangle in the big world. Threaten? Maybe? If they collide, it is end of the triangle and the session. Perhaps it is painful. Perhaps not. Does the flash signify death? Or is it just a noise sign without clear meaning?