Last night my friend and I jumped into the back seat of a Holden Jazz outside of Arts House North Melbourne and were taken on a trip around 'Suburbia'. But it wasn't any normal car ride - there was a soundtrack to this journey, but the driver was silent. We did not know where we were going, or what was to happen. We surrendered our control to the multiple characters driving our car.
We spotted many interesting things along the way, down dark laneways, and in deserted factory lots. At one stage we wondered whether this would be the end for both of us, our bodies left to wither in an industrial park in Melbourne's unforgiving conditions. After an hour, we were returned to Arts House. We survived, but we are not the same. I can't tell you the rest of the story, or the details of the events. You need to get to get in the Honda Jazz and take the ride.