A man is juggling with a small plastic cricket bat. He does it so easily, with such slight movements of his hands, as he stands on the pavement...

...then a small child appears from behind a parked car - it can only just walk but it moves energetically as it jogs about, almost falling... It kicks a discarded sandwich container from place to place and then stamps on it...

...they play together, each enthusiastic and skillful in their different ways...

...a woman arrives, and duty. They stop playing and all three move towards a car and get into it...

...the compulsive tempo of the consumerist life, I suppose...

...but does it have to take priority over play, and the joy of living?

... I felt sad when I thought of that - sorry for all of us.

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