notgames

Dear Esther is a poem, meant to be played. Or it’s a painting, waiting to be experienced. The achingly lovely melancholy of Dear Esther is something that haunts me, hanging just beyond the cliff walls of my conscious realization.

It’s a ghost story, but who exactly is the ghost? It’s a love story, but one inscribed on an armada of paper boats setting sail into a moonlit bay. It’s a puzzle that is never solved and a mystery that is never revealed.