Everything is a Costume

The other day I had one of those impossible-to-describe shivanautical epiphanies that is so beautiful and simple that it almost can’t be said out loud. But I am saying it anyway. It went something like this, but it wasn’t just words. It was deep inside my...

I am five years old.

Everyone in the building where the Playground lives wants to know what the Playground is. They see us wandering the halls in our stocking feet (or stripy-socked-feet or bare feet or sparkly legwarmer feet), wearing ridiculous hats and sometimes wings. They hear us...

Possibility.

I’m thinking about two especially frightening mental places to find yourself in life. The one where you think everything is limited. And the one where you realize that everything is possible. I’m handing this over to you. Remember when we had an experiment...
The Fluent Self