An orator raises his finger in sepia, doubled by his own ghost mid-proclamation.

A small screen fastens itself over a woman’s profile, broadcasting the silhouette she keeps inside.

A pink-haired passenger by the train window, her stillness travelling faster than the landscape.

Three men pose formally in a garden while a blank yellow transmission hovers where a portrait should be.

Lightbulbs framed within frames within frames — illumination studying its own bureaucracy.

A bespectacled face leans close in sepia grain, asking the lens a question it cannot return.

A figure lies mid-dissolve on green, either fallen into the grass or being issued from it.

A face surfaces in darkness with hollowed eyes, smiling the way night-vision smiles.

An album spread: watching faces at the margins, and at the centre a framed foot with lacquered nails.

A bearded man in a long coat holds the corner of a fog-bound yard, doorman to nothing.