People commit to all kinds of activities, she said, “for the process, for the memories… The argument that there is nothing tangible at the end of it doesn’t hold sway. There’s nothing to stop me opening old builds and going back to them. Rediscovering your old builds” – and she had once made a crumbling Moroccan city, a town square, a giant floating sphere – “is a massive nostalgia trip. Like opening an old photo album.”
I keep forgetting that the journey, play, living, is the goal. I have nothing tangible after going for a walk, but I still do it. Why should any other activity be different?