Play is the foundation of habit
But it is more fun to be disorientated. And to say goodbye to garments. To find yourself unraveling the hinges of recognizable bodies (so that the thighs without a compass can speak).
To come as a has-been with a mirror is amusing. And to be amazed with the earth that inhabits the wind rose. To turn cuteness into a quest for asymmetry.
Fun is the compulsion for nonsense (to make hope concrete) and enjoying the shortcomings of illusion.
It is much more amusing to dissuade the collector from the minimal pleasure offered by the present. Amusement is to open a superficial plane (to reanimate what is not yet there but dares to transit).