This selection probably represents the bulk of my childish excitement for annoying people in Honiara by waving cameras in their faces. I have just finished spitting and polishing and putting them together in a hotel room in Geneva, at the end of a long month of grey skies and disconnections. It's enough to bring home the surreal combination of rubbish that makes up life at the moment, for me no more than for anybody else, I suspect. I've been in Europe this last month, and didn't bother bringing my SLR over because what could there possibly be to take pictures of on this shitforesaken continent? Maybe I'll find a renewed energy for it all when I return, but I think it's more likely that the next flourish will arrive when I start venturing farther out than Guadalcanal.