A piece of interactive fiction, seeped and seething in the complicated rawness and ugliness of grief. Everything is an anchoring point created by the dead, that still tars us even in their passing. There is a tension that lingers, an unescapable heaviness, even with the visual design. The parasite acting as both the device in which to drive this narrative and also, an apt metaphor, both for the otherness of a person created after death. And, the complexities of grief regarding abuse. Inez here, is able to pick at the scabs of her trauma in an attempt to get deserved answers from a resource that was callous even before its reanimation. A coarse and unflinching look at grief, that feels weighted and harrowing.

There is an idea that to grieve is to show love and care. To feel such emotions must demonstrate a great love for the individual that passed, that despite things, you must have loved them. Grief in no way offers a quantifiable tally of how much you loved a person or how much they may have hurt you. Forgiveness is not the pairing of grief.

This narrative covers this trauma and the complex non-linear healing of grief in a very unflinching way.

Like the tar of grief, this will stick with you.