On bicycles and note-taking.
I dream of bicycles.
At last, Season has done it.
Scavengers Studio’s Season: A Letter to the Futurecasts you as documenter of a fading world.
But Season understands that movement isn’t just a tool; it’s an experience.
It doesn’t just happen in front of me - I canfeelit.
There is a strong chance we are living in the beginning of the end of the world.
But we’re not so far gone that Season’s quiet cataclysm doesn’t feel alien.
In so many corners of Season, I find shades of my old life.
There is a meditative nostalgia to Season that few other games capture so well.
Even the act of filling scrapbooks with endless observations is familiar.
Disability took cycling, but life took note-making.
Yet, Season, for all its physical scope, delights in those small things.
Little reminders of the real world inside a careful and elegant fantasy.
The game offers objectives, but I just found myself cycling in circles.
Visiting cows, rearranging notebook pages, and listening to the gentle rumbling sounds of the world.
It’s ironic that a game with forgetfulness at its core reminds me of so much.
Of what was taken, but also what I left behind.
It makes me wonder what I might retrieve and what might inspire me to do so.
Is it my own change of season?
Or perhaps I’ll have to wait for the end of the world?
Or, maybe, the meandering calamity at the heart of Season will be enough.
