The grid resets. The ocean rumbles. The blocks keep falling.
Here’s a short piece written for — capturing the vibe of a beachside arcade session: Title: Block Drop at SurfPlaza surfplaza tetris
A kid watches over your shoulder. You miss a drop. He sighs. The grid resets
You slide onto a worn vinyl stool. The music hums—chiptune waves crashing against a bassline. Fingers find the cold buttons. A long piece. A square. The thunk of rotation. surfplaza tetris