picking my way through the ruin of the Last of Us Part II. I wanted to know what happened to Joel and Ellie, but all the wonder’s gone, the phantom of life that made Ellie special. The developer talks of the audience experiencing the game rather than enjoying it, but I came away mourning my lost hours and the lost potential of the characters I knew from playing the first game. I picked up Factotum for some light relief, curled pages of another wanderer and his nickel beers and flophouse ravings but at least the old tramp has his dreams, a rheumy eye fixed on the stars. Then I drove over to a games shop and sold my copy of the disc, it felt good to move on.
