If I play for long enough, maybe I can figure out the senselessness of meaning.

Where is meaning coming from? It's play, it's the mocking of technology, it's everything as a toy. It's the world seen through an old kid's eyes. Something remained infantile while all the rest changed, grew bigger. Perhaps there is some truer sense of reality in a kid's mind. I can't tell. But if I could keep all realities as they were and just add onto them, I would end up with a lot of them, instead of one uncertain one. Then I would have a choice, I could look at them all when they are small and clear, and pick one for the day. That day, I might have a more clear opinion of ordinary places, moments and conditions, where everything is just as ridiculous as it is making sense.

Would that open up space for uncertainty? Is uncertainty better than certainty?

I'm going to places where a lot is taken for granted. Places that are too much and too little understood. Where toys and play leave you with an aftertaste. Where nobody tells you right or wrong...