Playgrounds

Written by Jacob Ibrag

There isn’t a plan and there aren’t any rules.

We’re a collective making sense of the senseless. Making

meaning where there isn’t any. Structuring a system that plants

our feet. We’re afraid to fly past the idea of limitations. What if there

aren’t any? What if this isn’t where we’re supposed to finish? I see

playgrounds in the sky. I see the world from another light.

Photo by Joseph Gruenthal