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What Remains of Edith Finch - A review of the unusual
What is truly real and what is fiction? A beautiful story told in an indie game format. Edith Finch makes players question what is happening, throughout the journey. Through the perspective of Edith herself, she discovers the secrets of her childhood home, dealing with the topics of death and grieving.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Critique
_solo house_spain
solo house, designed by kgdvs architects, is an extraordinary home that blurs the boundaries between architecture and nature, challenging traditional design paradigms while providing a sanctuary for reflection. located in matarraña, spain, this architectural masterpiece invites a critical exploration of its form, function, integration with the environment, and its impact on the architectural discourse.
By Luka Brzić2 years ago in Critique
"The Basketball Diaries" The Movie
In Hollywood's version, "The Basketball Diaries," Leo's acting brilliance is evident, even this early in his career. However, the movie's court sometimes feels less textured than the book's pages. Despite this, it's a captivating alley-oop into Carroll's tumultuous journey through addiction and youth, leaving audiences with a rebound of emotions.
By Ashleigh Nicole2 years ago in Critique
"Basketball Diaries" The Book
Jim Carroll's 'The Basketball Diaries' takes readers on a slam dunk journey through the chaotic court of addiction. It's like a literary crossover between 'Hoosiers' and 'Trainspotting,' with a dash of slam poetry. Beware: may cause literary dribbling and emotional three-pointers. Just don't try shooting free throws with the pages.
By Ashleigh Nicole2 years ago in Critique
The Black Parade
My Chemical Romance proved themselves more than just a faddish emo band, with this stunning, anthemic, philosophical and surprisingly uplifting concept album all about facing death. It covers the fear, grief and acceptance related to death, while offering hope that the memories of the dead will help them live on.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Critique
Smell of early recollections. Sea, summer, and Sochi
Do you have any idea about what recollections smell like? Do they have their own aroma? My Sochi smells in no way, shape or form of peaches and hot corn. It smells like churchkhela and Chechel cheddar blended in with tart wine. Still pungent ocean. I don't wash off the salt after the ocean, I like the white, somewhat perceptible cross section on the skin, I shelter my shoulder to breathe in this smell and can't resist, I contact the pungent hand with my tongue. From an external perspective, it likely looks entertaining. The young lady shuts her eyes and kisses her shoulder. Also, I kiss the tremendous ocean that has been safeguarded on my skin. I recall my most memorable gathering with him. Distribution https://dzen.ru/a/ZNOr7USkRnz0eenK in my blog on Harmony Invite https://dzen.ru/shipshard Then I was going as an understudy on a train to Sochi for KiViN (Yearly Live performance of KVN groups). Currently more like 4 am we shown up. Furthermore, from 2 a.m. it sprinkled in obscurity. Dark Ocean. I adhered my nose to the glass and looked at the skyline. Outside the window, in the illumination of the moon, the waves breaking on the rough shore became white, all the other things blurred into obscurity. The actual night is strange and mystical, you expect some sort of achievement and a supernatural occurrence, that here it is right close to you. At 4 am we shown up at the station. The inebriating smell of joy hit his nose, and a drowsy rush of appeal spread all through his body. Behind me, alongside 1,000 kilometers and a frigid winter, I left the questions and issues of that life, venturing into the warm spring, new thrilling sentiments caught me up to my ears, which at that point didn't find a preferred way out over to shout. Truth be told, we screeched all together, the whole understudy body, tossing out a blazing wad of feelings that overpowered us.
By L.Soufiane2 years ago in Critique
