This is an ostensibly funny game. There's something just straightforwardly funny about being a fly, simply comedic little guys. Now, playing as a fly with The Death of Ase as score to accompany your ever-increasingly epic ascent, through leaves, wind and heavens, leading directly to your electric demise... is also very funny. Funny and poignant. It only takes a few minutes to play but it's been on my mind since I played it. It perfectly mixes the infinitesimal and the grandiose, and suddenly the odyssey of this fly doesn't seem so meaningless to me. At the end is always death, but the life experienced on the way up is strewn with challenge and beauty, and that's as true for us as it is for a fly. The last zap is always going to seem anti-climactic and absurd and futile, and that's something that scares me. We have this narrative in life that everything is leading up to something. It's not. It's not the end that should give something meaning, meaning should be something we carry with us as we live, something to keep us warm as we move on. Towards the lightbulb we go!