The next time you feel beaten, ask yourself: do I live in a playground or a prison? This morning as I am faced with a couple of hours of routine farm chores that are painful for my hips, I set up this dilemma. Can it be both playground and prison? Neither? Something else? Perhaps it can be an experiment where I am an outside observer of prison or playground behavior? It might just be another one of those #smallstories I cast into the infinite playspace of Mastodon. News at 10.