Beeswing

As with all of Jack's games, this is a profoundly touching experience that I would recommend any day of the week.

There is no other game that does what beeswing does. Almost no game is as poignant as beeswing is. I can see how someone might think of it as pretentious, but I feel like that would be a deliberately cynical and uncharitable reading. Beeswing just is.
I really wish more people would find this game, but for now it will remain a minor secret, in a smaller corner of the internet, with its bizarre artstyle and childhood distilled.

Lovely little Walk&Talk through a handpainted scottish area and fading memories if chillhood.

It would take me years to talk about everything I liked about this game
Jack’s writing and way of narrating amazes me. I truly believe this is a masterpiece. The visuals and music are 10/10, as always.

What a treasure of a game.
Light, but crafty music sets the mood.
Love the writing! Uncooked life experiences told by different characters throughout the little town. Smart and charming.
A beautiful ode to real people in real places who have lived through real trauma.

Obviously made with a lot of love. The bittersweet memories that Jack has, the beautiful hand-painted backgrounds, the animations, and the surreal atmosphere that comes with all Jack's games. 10/10.

Words cannot describe the feeling that Beeswing manages to convey. It is such a nostalgic and cozy journey, yet at the same time depressing and desolate, in a city you have never been to, but which somehow, almost magically, manages to transport you into a world you have already been to, a place where you have lived and created memories, met people.
I think Beeswing is the closest I've ever come to reexperiencing something similar to Kentucky Route Zero, but at the same time, they are so absurdly different works. Some moments, especially the list telling me to talk to the neighbors, reminded me of the neighbors' funeral in KRZ, and that city cemetery destroyed me.
Each person I talked to on the street was a different world, a powerful entity within a chaotic ecosystem. The calmness of this universe was perhaps what caused me the most discomfort of all.
The conversations about numbers, about the illness of an old friend's mother, and even discussions about the impact of movies on society and the death of the author... This game is almost like an afternoon of conversations with my friends, and that's what makes everything so strange, but, as I said, nostalgic and cozy, even if sad and even if so distant from myself.
I've never been to Scotland, and even if I never go there in my entire life, I will still have a part of me connected, even if not completely, to that small village and people who, whether real or not, exist somewhere.

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Palavras não poderiam descrever o sentimento que Beeswing consegue proporcionar, é uma viagem tão nostálgica e aconchegante, ao mesmo tempo que deprimente e desoladora, em uma cidade que você nunca esteve, mas que de alguma forma quase que mágica consegue te transportar para dentro de um mundo que você já esteve, um lugar onde você já viveu e criou memórias, conheceu pessoas.
Acho que Beeswing é o mais próximo que eu já cheguei de reexperienciar algo semelhante à Kentucky Route Zero, mas ao mesmo tempo, são obras tão absurdamente diferentes, alguns momentos, principalmente a lista me dizendo para falar com os vizinhos, me lembrou do enterro dos vizinhos em KRZ e aquele cemitério da cidade me destruiu.
Cada pessoa com quem eu conversava na rua era um mundo diferente, uma entidade poderosa dentro de um ecossistema caótico, a calmaria desse universo talvez foi o que mais me causou desconforto dentre tudo.
As conversas sobre números, sobre a doença da mãe de um antigo amigo e até mesmo discussões sobre o impacto de filmes na sociedade e a morte do autor... Esse jogo é quase que uma tarde de conversas com meus amigos e isso é o que deixa tudo tão estranho, mas, como eu disse, nostálgico e aconchegante, mesmo que triste e mesmo que tão distante de si.
Nunca estive na Escócia e caso nunca vá para lá em toda minha vida, eu ainda terei uma parte de mim conectada, mesmo que não completamente, àquela pequena vila e pessoas que, sejam reais ou não, existem em algum lugar.