Yet one more adventure game played through.
Finishing Whispers of a Machine was like finishing a good book, bittersweet. Worth it. It was a very enjoyable game: interesting world, well written characters, good voice acting; with all of the adjectives also applying to the story overall.
I recommend it. Give it a go even if you're not typically a fan of point and click adventure games, it avoids many of the usual trappings.
Someone on Twitter tweeted part of a poem that I think is fitting, it dates to 1666, the Great Fire of London.
Upon the Burning of Our House by Anne Bradstreet:
Then, coming out, behold a space / The flame consume my dwelling place. / And when I could no longer look, / I blest His name that gave and took, / That laid my goods now in the dust. / Yea, so it was, and so ‘twas just. / It was his own, it was not mine, / Far be it that I should repine
#catphoto Comfy blanket is comfy.
Have this one at the library, one of two in the country, apparently. Trying to restore it to working order. Carriage is stuck.