For the last two weeks, this game has come to mind every single time I decide to get out of bed.
It's heartbreaking in its specificity. It carries the kind of pain that can only come from each author's lived experience. But at the same time, it's so infinitely relatable in its core.... Is it arrogant to say I feel the story of my own, different pain told here as well? Doesn't everyone dream about pain crawling out of their body and becoming something separate and beautiful? Isn't that what art is? This masterpiece moved me deeply.