NOAH IN 928:
PLAYGROUNDS
December 15, 2025 | Cañete, Peru
We used to believe places like this were infinite.
A playground at the edge of a resort in a foreign land, where the air felt wider, where running never reached a finish line. The slide was a mountain. The hollow cave: a kingdom. The basketball hoop: a victim of childhood aggression.
Soccer goals felt like portals where we transformed from our mere, unskilled selves into the immortalities of Pele and Neymar.
We didn’t question who built it or why. It was ours because we arrived.
Now it sits still.
The plastic has dulled into something closer to bone than color. The cave no longer hides anything. Leaves collect where footsteps once overlapped. The goals decay as the legends we once were fade into distant memory. Even the trees seem to lean in, listening for something that won’t return.
As we grow, the world shrinks.
Or maybe it’s the opposite.
Maybe the world stays as is, and we lose the scale that made it feel infinite.
