What Remains of Edith Finch Is a Great Game—if You See Yourself in It

I lived in the same house until I was 18. The same house with its faded blue garage door and thedining room window that facedthe sun atthe hottest part of the day. My family history feels like it’s collected inside that house, worn into the walls like dirt. If I inherited that house tomorrow, I would sell it. Given the chance, memories can overwhelm a place and become invisible barriers hemming you in.

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