I came to Leave It! expecting a game about sorting leaves. I left understanding the human condition.
Each leaf falls without knowing where it belongs. It drifts, it tumbles, it trusts in the unseen hand of the player to guide it to its proper basket. Is this not the great question of our age? Are we not all leaves, falling through the vast and indifferent autumn of existence, hoping someone will drag us to where we are meant to be?
And there is no timer. No score to chase, no failure state to fear. The game simply says: relax and sort as long as you would like. Here is a world that asks nothing of us but to put things where they belong. I have not known such peace since before the great email wars of 2006.
But as the hours passed, I began to wonder. Who sorts the sorter? Who holds the basket for me? And why did I feel such quiet pride when the acorn went to the acorns?
The title tells us everything. Leave it. Let it fall. Let go, and let the basket catch you. I, unfortunately, was unable to leave it....
