Here in my Room

Originally, I saw this as a text-based game. The player would engage with manipulated typography as the story progressed into deterioration. Because of the connections between this and my other title missing.jpg, I felt bitsy would work well. This has been something Ive wanted to write about for months: mulling over memories and photographs and old writings. As I age, the fascination I have with lifes mundane and melancholic moments grows stronger. Call it sentimentality I suppose, but I enjoyed...