“Play alone,” 2:22AM instructs. “Play at night.”
Approach in that dreamy state of mind and it flickers into life, drawing you into an eerie late-night public access television show. 2:22AM’s a free game made of little vignettes from mundanities like frying an egg to, well, things more surreal and sinister, mixed with bleary video clips and wrapped up in analogue crackle and tracking errors. It’s wonderful to play in that time when the world’s still and blinks are drawn-out rests for your eyes, dreams creeping in around the edges. But if you’re too drowsy for that, the wonders of video mean you can watch me play.