Will never understand the collective ire for such an unpretentious piece of media as this. Small, plays for five minutes, details the passage of time. The visual effects are similarly ephemeral, the beginning and ends showing the sheer breadth of your travels in a blurry, mashed-together mesh not unlike the memories of an elder. It plays like so many games that would succeed it, this stumbling motion to the finish line marked along the way by this sense of slow change, until you're at the finish line reminiscing about how you got here and why you persisted this long.

"It feels like it was just yesterday, me and your mother fell in love." He says, swaying in his rocking chair. A sorrowful yet content expression coats his face, his drooping lips turning into a trembling half-smile. "It was the best thing to happen to me."