For The Guardian, I wrote in verse about how Anna Anthropy’s Queers In Love At The End Of The World articulates the pain of time in the face of love. It is probably one of the most beautiful sentiments that anyone has ever wrangled into game form.
For The Guardian, I wrote in verse about how Anna Anthropy’s Queers In Love At The End Of The World articulates the pain of time in the face of love. It is probably one of the most beautiful sentiments that anyone has ever wrangled into game form.