Spring has sprung. That’s what they say, isn’t it? The air is full of sick-sweet over-bloomed flowers, and there’s a thin sheen of pollen on car windscreens. It is around this time of year that I am always reminded of floral genre paintings of the Northern Renaissance and Dutch Golden Age, you know? Casual. Still lifes and vanitas make for pretty compelling stuff — molting flowers bending outward, rotten fruit all mottled-brown, memento mori in all those transient spring things. And so, I am thinking about that which rots when it perseveres.
Whether it’s too beautiful, too realistic, overdone or overripe, here are a handful of games which lend that creeping vernal feeling of imminent death.
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