Everything Not Saved
While visiting home over Thanksgiving, I was reminded of a simple truth: that my house, and everything in it, is inextricable from my childhood. My room in particular has grown into an accidental curation of myself and every version of me there’s ever been. I may outgrow phases and clothes, but these physical objects remain.
So what does it mean when I have to clean it out? What is it like to throw away items that have come to be artifacts of myself? This is my best attempt at portraying an exercise that excavates everything of your past.
Programming, words, game: Isabel Lee (isabellee.me)
Music: Cozy Place by Keys of Moon | https://soundcloud.com/keysofmoon
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what a cool concept! I love it when art draws attention to hyper-specific, mundane aspects of life that would otherwise be ignored. unfortunately, couldn't get past the first screen (running on safari)
if you use google chrome or firefox, you should be able to play :D!