(-37.7767571, 144.9670191)

Stepping out of my house the cold is a jarring, someone walks past on the phone, another with a bicycle

Birds fly overhead and into a tree,
2 different species
I don’t know enough to identify them.

I wonder if the tree at the intersection is lonely

There’s a mural of an astronaut laying in grass
2 hoodies, 2 pants, hiking boots.
I feel a connection to this,
Mediating my experience through my phone as I take videos and notes
I wish I was in the space suit so I could lay in the middle without getting wet .

Anonymous and unrecognisable under. The helmet with no fear of embarrassment.

The trees leaves kiss, carressing, moving with the wind, reaching out but still alone, isolated by the circle

The circle, holistic, infinite, perfection
A prison,

A part of the infrastructure and an identity of the suburb, Brunswick,
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Another example of a tree at an intersection reaching out to the one on the side walking, trying to touch
the lonely trees prison
Also a network node, an interchange for traffic

I did something which felt a little mean. As much as I’d grown into our collaboration, and fond of my automated companion, I decided to test it. And so, using several kilo bags of salt, I poured out onto the ground a solid circle a few metres in diameter, and then around it I drew a dashed circle. Together, these circles formed a closed space in which the (European) road marking for ‘No Entry’ is projected inwards. As a result, any well-trained, law-abiding autonomous vehicle, on entering the circle, would find itself unable to leave it. I called it the Autonomous Trap.

James Bridle - "Ways of Being"