We spend a reasonable amount of time with useless activities. Playing around, sketching, doodling, building things, making impossible letters, searching beyond the extremes, just to keep our brains fresh.

In first instance these activities don’t have any goal. Mostly they fail anyway. Just sometimes there is a catch, our eyes sparkle with joy followed by a soundless ‹yeaaaaah.› Sometimes such an idea ends up in our work, mostly not.

Playing around with letters in any kind of way is just such a pleasure that the end result doesn’t matter. Enjoying the beauty of letters is enough LSD you need during a day.Underware.