yorimichi

A Japanese convenience-store visit as a game: pick the hour and the season, wander the aisles of a konbini, tap your card, and eat something quiet outside. Built explicitly as a cure for post-Japan-trip melancholy, it treats a mundane errand as the whole play experience — the interesting part is how little it asks of you and how specific the simulation of atmosphere is. A zero-star personal experiment no storefront would ever surface.