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“Wasn’t this blog supposed to be about Coleridge, Rafe?”

Well, if you cannot see the connection between the poetry of Mr C, and the hauntingly beautiful, and eventually disturbing Dear Esther, well, then I am very sorry.

Dear Esther in many ways embodies what I like about my favorite texts from Coleridge: Where other writers put shockers and grotesque imagery, here, there’s quiet gloom.

Nothing more to it, really. Enjoy the virtual ghostwalk!

 

You can buy the game itself over at: http://dear-esther.com/

Some beautiful screenshots, as well as the entire game soundtrack are available at the official page as well, and, most importantly, for FREE.

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