Asobibapolis
Playground Metropolis
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Asobibapolis - Playground Metropolis
playgrounds for the heart and mind
“please tell me, what places have you visited since we last met?”
“i traveled to asobibapolis, the playground metropolis. it is a place like our own, clay eroding through the vast expanse of time funnels to the glimmering land at the feet of the mountains. glassy water puddles and streams through deep, mysterious forests. and yet, play and imagination are among the highest of what is valued there. an intangible magic makes the pliable land fertile for the bodies who live upon it to become powerful conduits. their inner worlds bursting through their hands, touching soil and sculpting a city that is their own. the dwellings and playgrounds, each a unique mirror of the curved human hand, invite what is needed. joy, wonder, solitude, peace. there are as many places to meet one another and come to know each other, rejoicing together, as there are secret hideaways to know ourselves, rejoicing in inner worlds. leaving asobibapolis, there is a memory like a postcard living in my mind, sculpting a never ending playground.”
“i traveled to asobibapolis, the playground metropolis. it is a place like our own, clay eroding through the vast expanse of time funnels to the glimmering land at the feet of the mountains. glassy water puddles and streams through deep, mysterious forests. and yet, play and imagination are among the highest of what is valued there. an intangible magic makes the pliable land fertile for the bodies who live upon it to become powerful conduits. their inner worlds bursting through their hands, touching soil and sculpting a city that is their own. the dwellings and playgrounds, each a unique mirror of the curved human hand, invite what is needed. joy, wonder, solitude, peace. there are as many places to meet one another and come to know each other, rejoicing together, as there are secret hideaways to know ourselves, rejoicing in inner worlds. leaving asobibapolis, there is a memory like a postcard living in my mind, sculpting a never ending playground.”