Promesa

What feels to me a quiet meditation on foreignness: in geographic–cultural terms, in qualia of nostalgia, in waking from dreams already half-forgotten, in the past as a distant country, in how ageing alienates us from our bodies and memories. Possibly the slowest walking sim I've ever played, but there's something delicate, reverential even, and perhaps numinously horrifying about such heavy restrictions on movement, in how it elevates sight over action. The rare occasions when the game gives you a sudden jolt of speed feel almost awkward by comparison. Dreamlike experiments with scale, perspective, elevation, and motion keep things fresh. Inexorable. Deserves to be played in the dark, only a screen lighting the room.