Tobin Road arrives abruptly at a cramped field thronging with individuals, cacophony, resin and discomfort, to weave together an account of the collective contemporary anxieties and its imaginations. A hundred feet-long statue of the Buddha reclines over this hotchpotch of neighbourhood interactions, and its dismantling is accompanied by the exertions of exhausted students of karate, and of fatigued craftsmen far from home. This land becomes a portal amidst the various modalities of the pandemic, the extant political climate and the cultural nuances that might inform the interrogations of the current time.