Outer Wilds. The universe is, and we are.

One of those games where it’s better to play absolutely blind. For the experience of discovery is the gameplay. You can never play it for the first time again.

And also the overwhelming sadness and abandonment of Martinaise, yet the life goes on despite.

This game didn’t cure my depression, far from it. But it helped me understand it and myself more.

My inner child is dead and I killed them in about second year of university because of fear of other people and lack of money for anything beyond food and tuition -> no fun times except for the computer -> depression, unmedicated for 3 years.

And now that I have money, I’m a mess after years of neglect, and I forgot how to have fun, and I still suffer from depression.

Sometimes scroll wheels break and you don’t have money for a new mouse.