Closeted gay man repeatedly staring at the flowers on this CD-I game like Cameron Fry in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, initially finding resonance in art until he becomes so fixated on the specifics that all meaning seems to obliterate, and the discovery of his identity seems to just flash before his eyes, like trying to catch a dream but being too terrified to really actualise it in any way. The act of going to the museum seemed to have metamorphise itself rather seamlessly into the digital age, directly emulating the experience within a virtual setting - perhaps commenting on the everchanging and precarious landscape of the world we live in. There's a specific reason why this game focuses solely on the flowers of Robert Mapplethorpe and not the rest of his artwork, but suggesting that there's a "sensual" quality to them - perhaps suggesting that there are other aspects of his work that are too confrontational for society to handle, but ultimately represent a typically unspeakable part of the world we live in. The ultimate testament to Mapplethorpe's art. 10/10