What’s the Point If We Can’t Have Fun?
archive.today webpage capture Saved from history←priornext→ 19 May 2025 16:05:31 UTC All snapshots from host thebaffler.com WebpageScreenshot sharedownload .zipreport bug or abuseBuy me a coffee Skip to content Search Subscribe Latest Current Issue Past Issues Events About Store Donate Account Dark Mode Settings David Graeber no. 24 January 2014 What’s the Point If We Can’t Have Fun? SALVOS S A L V O S My friend June Thunderstorm and I once spent a half an hour sitting in a meadow by a mountain lake, watching an inchworm dangle from the top of a stalk of grass, twist about in every possible direction, and then leap to the next stalk and do the same thing. And so it proceeded, in a vast circle, with what must have been a vast expenditure of energy, for what seemed like absolutely no reason at all. “All animals play,” June had once said to me. “Even ants.” She’d spent many years working as a professional gardener and had plenty of incidents like this to observe and ponder. “Look,”