It’s fun to be up here together, looking down at the commuters looking up at us. There are headphones on our chairs—big, clumpy, earmuff-type ones. We put them on, smiling at each other. We’re like a team now. The headphones are playing a soundscape: atmospheric sounds and music. We settle in. The people in Circular Quay are stopping, discussing us. Swivelling their necks around to find whatever screen we must be watching. Some of them act out, waving or poking out their tongues. One guy—after a brief conference with his mates—does a cartwheel and, after a smattering of applause, politely bows. It’s been a while now. The guy behind me says, ‘I get it. This is the show.’