Cryptic The scent of a foreign newspaper in the morning: New ink on old investments and trades. While down in Berlin, the autobus returns to the depot. The driver wraps himself in a scene of noise and oil. The last of the rain is falling in spores, another plague. The bailiff, off duty, knows that trees take time. No ordinary articles in the universe's inventory. Get rid of more, of it all, he says. This is a career, Not a hobby. Have a snack, an apple, it's a hard fruit. No

The Wreck (Boxing Day Tsunami, 2004) For the victims of the 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami Pieces of boat float on the water. A cargo of hands and heads go unrecognised. Camera crews walk on eggshell lives, pick up threads of stories. But tomorrow the photographs will start to fade as the world continues to churn in its grave.