Hanging on the wire fencing that surrounds the Silver Lake reservoir, it's definitely the world. A little fragmented in places, maybe - certainly the British Isles seem rather alarmingly, or prophetically, to have splintered into bits - but certainly the world, and an optimistically green one, at that. But what are all the little colored tufts? Where family members come from? Where there are clusters of cool radio stations? (I'm mindful of the wonderful app called Radio Garden that allows you to dial up - I think that's an out of date verb - radio stations from all over the world, so if one suddenly wants to listen to whatever's being broadcast from a small town in Nigeria, say, one can. It's a way of discovering some wildly different global music). But I digress. Tiny bunches of bright wool marking botanic gardens? I can't find anything to enlighten me online, but I'm rather glad to have it left a mystery, for now.
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