a flower grows, rots, and dies. it's tempting, in grief, to pluck and preserve. but it is reborn in the soil
this game tells me to empty my vases, and lay the flowers out in a field. it tells me to fill my vases, and watch them wilt beautifully. it tells me grief is the interim, between reading my favourite book, and reading it again
a week after playing, i still think about the writing often - i'm proud of you guys