If I had to shove Where the Water Tastes Like Wine into a genre category, I'd simply categorize it as Oscar Bait. It's at least baiting me. It's got a transient Dustbowl art style. It's got scratchy folk music lyricism. It comes off like a Steinbeck novel, if The Grapes of Wrath was more like a hobo On the Road.
Instead of trading in goods and haggling prices for survival, you're collecting and telling stories. You're a postmodernist troubadour, a traveling bard, a zigzagging skeleton with a straw hat and a lunch sack, going from America's swamp lands to badlands to farmlands to urban land zoning.
Where the Water Tastes Like Wine is out now on PC. It will be sadly overlooked. And I don't know what to do about that.