The reasons why Flou is, somehow, the game of life

Flou is a mobile videogame I recently tried, and it's cool. Most of the games Androids teem with, as you know, are just an easy way to kill the time, fiddling with your thumb until the bus comes. I cannot say Flou is an exception, and any common zombie living a city life can discover how standard its type of entertainment is. But there's something... unsettling about this little nice work. 

The game was released juts few days ago. In Flou, you go from here to there, endlessly, relentlessly, tapping on the screen where you want the ball (the main feature in the game) to move toward. The ball doesn't move very fast, so you have to be very quick to decide your next move. Your only goal is to move the ball through an empty space delimited by long lines moving from left to right, and viceversa; that means the ball will go leftward and rightward, up and down, continuously, in order to move to the right direction and not to touch the lines. 

The fact is: you cannot die. If you touch a line, your score goes back to zero, and that's it. The ball just keeps floating in an endless space, and you can just hope your next score will be better; until the bus arrives. The monotony of the lines movement just goes on and on, and you keep an eye on your score at the top of the screen while trying not to reset it. Every line you pass through, one point.  The game doesn't even stop when you fail, but it keeps going in the same costant rhythm.

Now, the reason I'm sharing this very basic experience is that this game reminds me so much of human life. We go to and fro, we try to achieve some results, we move in an endless and aimless universe, and we wait for us to be too tired to go on. The dark background this ball moves above, trying not to be tricked by the obstacles, is like the infinity we rarely think about, but waiting for us all. There's something hypnotic in Flou, and I am sure that, if you try it, you'll notice that this game has disturbing similarities with the human condition. 

From here to there, until the end comes. And we can just try to increase our score before the next mistake or accident. It was just a feeling I wanted to share. I hope whoever read this is realizing the score they got so far matches their expectations and goals, and that their reset point is far away. But, isn't ironic that while we watch the screen and undergo challenges, we turn into the games we're entertained by? I guess we just forgot the very moment we started existing in a huge videogame, dragged from here to there by the huge finger of fate; or better, of capital. 

Flou is the game of life. It has no exit.