In late summer, when it comes to video games, tradition dictates that the days will get longer, and the industry is gripped by a contagious fever: blushing, announcements all over the place, the calendar gets shorter, we can’t help but get longer coping time. How to find it? What to give up as a player or as a journalist? This year, perhaps more so than any other month, September will leave us with Monday’s base game, buried in Tuesday’s base game, and so on, until indigestion. Then forget. Away from Twitch and the royal favor, some indie developers have unleashed an unequal weapon in the media battle, but are dying for lack of attention. For example, the Australian novel The Wayward Beach, which has been quietly developing since it began airing in 2016, deserves another fate. Even if her slow-motion writing, which defied industry standards, landed her in exile, there was something deeply moving about this love of slowness. A weekend of time serving elderly patients on the top floor of a flying hospital — crunching without indulgence, but with infinite tenderness — will now last much longer. From the depths of loneliness, a gesture or precious silence descends upon us, every existence crackling for the last time.