Here’s what I love about Desert Golfing:

Every shot counts.

The natural drama of a line.

Doing math – arcs, slopes, rebounds – by sight.

The drab orange on beige.

The imperceptible color shifts that follow.

The genuine event of a cactus, a cloud, a stone.

The continuous landscape.

The haunted hole.

The pixel-grains kicked up by your ball.

The title: golfing, not golf. The playing, not the game.

No menus or options. Nothing but golfing itself, every time.

The moment you realize that’s all there is.

This is radical game design. This is one of the best games of the year.