Our ability to play, or inability to succumb to the want to play, is something which is never far from my mind. These thoughts often disable us from playing in the first place; a sudden desire to swim in a river is immediately quashed by our mind’s reasons on why we shouldn’t; I have no towel, I have somewhere to be, it’ll be too cold, what if someone steals my clothes? To ignore our reasons and give way to our arbitrary emotions and wants is often rewarded with memorable experience, as opposed to another in the long line of ‘what if’ moments in our lives. The point at which our minds discourage us from acting on our whims and fancies and instead of allowing us to give in to the shuttered sections of our childish brains, differs from person to person. Our ability to transfer some fraction of this cerebral programming into our daily lives, free from the fears associated with adulthood, can be seen in all aspects of architecture, design and visual art. We are allowed to be creative and somewhat unreasoned and free in our output, but only when there is a functional purpose for our endeavours.