One word that gets thrown around a lot these days is “aesthetic”. And really, it’s an important word to signify appreciating the look of a certain era or mood without necessarily glorifying the other things about it. The best example of this is the American 50’s aesthetic; with its malt shops, leather jackets, and sock hops. It’s a cornucopia of neat stylistic things, but it comes with some extremely poor politics and social standards. I, myself, am a fan of this aesthetic (as well as dunking the prejudices that happened during this era in the trash), which is why I’m excited to bring you my web crush today, even if I may have missed the boat in some respects.
So this is my third post about The Last of Us. You see, much as the fungus which affects the game’s whole setting and drives the plot forward, the game has infected my brain. I now spend a lot of time thinking about it when I am not cannibalizing other humans or rolling around Pittsburgh in a Humvee. If you didn’t get that second one, it’s probably a good time to mention that there are spoilers in this post. Though, honestly, if you are a PS3 gamer and you haven’t played this, I don’t know what you’re doing with your life.
Before I get to the golden egg hidden at the end of this post, let me recap you a bit. Continue reading