as Jim Morrison would have said… the future's uncertain, the end is always near, don't know what's gonna happen, man, but you gotta get your kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames 🔥 don’t delay, find a way, gotta play, no better way!
life is a multiplayer game. imagine a network of play trucks plying the streets, spreading play as the way. the more players in the playground, the easier it is for new players to jump in & soak in the spirit for playing together is the way
return to innocence, play is the way but it’s not easy alone, so find a playmate. that’s a luxury in a world where everyone’s chasing purpose through work. thus a mobile playground is ubiquitous & omnipresent, tantalising & inviting…
a single dose makes it easier to get through the rest of your day and the more you play, the less you stray; from the path of joy. we’re born to be happy and high, alone or together. schedule your playtime or let serendipity work her magic
you could get your dose of minimum viable play like tequila shots as you traverse through the drudgery of your day. you could get playtime in without scheduling calendar time. you might get lucky; make a new playmate or find an old one
after saving the world in a marathon effort, you are on your way back home and you see another such truck parked, your best friend playing furiously. no way you‘re missing this, two heads are better than one & a quick pitstop won’t hurt
time’s a ticking & work is beckoning, so you grab a few minutes of playtime like you’d grab a quick bite at your favorite hot dog stand & make a run back to the boardroom where the meeting to decide the fate of mankind awaits your presence
you take a closer look & you see a dart board, an unfolding ping pong 🏓 table, yo-yos 🪀 hanging around, a tiny trampoline by the side, balloons dancing above, heaps of play dough, jigsaw puzzles, lego bricks 🧱 & doodles on the walls
imagine a truck parked round the corner. bright, colorful, lit up like a xmas tree, peppy music thumping, a joyous face shouting thru the window ‘come one, come all, come play & take a trip down memory lane!’ do i have your attention now?
whenever you think of a food truck or ice cream van, your mouth waters & heart flutters. food has that effect & the truck entices you to indulge everytime you see it. now replace food with play & your favorite dish with your favorite game!
Play is training for the unexpected.
A moving child is a learning child.
Gill Connel and Cheryl McCarthy