Something placed to prevent two worlds colliding, mingling, using one another as passage. Here’s a bollard, been here a long time, growing bracket fungi on its top and sides. Smaller, less highly coloured than the one in Cork, and fed largely by nutrients in asphalt of different ages and in the cracks between them. It’s not rained on much from the clouds, but, as gatekeeper between two passages, it sees many raised dog legs.