This game is the best book I've ever read. It is grimly beautiful, but not the vague, formless beauty of sunsets or mountaintops or weddings. It is real, visceral beauty, the beauty of self introspection as the screen lights up your face, clicking every green circle hoping to find something - something about the case, or maybe something about you, not the detective, but "you" you. Its the beauty of the weary face of a muttonchopped man who, when you look hard enough at his visage, squinting, you can just barely make out its actually your own.


This game has told me a lot about myself - in a way nothing besides soul-shattering literature from my adolesence has before. It made me question many of my beliefs, it made me question how I've lived, and even, or especially, how I think. Voices of half-light, empathy and shivers echo the anxious trepidation in my own life, and honestly, I feel like I'm just a tiny, tiny bit better at ignoring false-positive anxiety thoughts because of the experience Disco Elysium gave me.


I think other people will take different things from Disco Elysium; that's how all good literature is, after all. It's about so many things. It's about everything in a way, and all of us.


If you don't mind reading, please play this. If you do, then it's still meant for you, too.