The Philosophy of the Playroom

Life, my friend, is a series of naps interrupted by the profound

mystery of why we exist. One moment you are dreaming of milk,

the next, you're faced with the cold reality of socks. You think socks

are hard? Try navigating a bouncy house while contemplating the fleeting nature of joy.

Indeed. We are all just toddlers in a vast, inflatable universe,

searching for the ultimate juice box. True. But at least the floor is

squishy here. Perspective is everything, little brother.