'At dawn on Thursday the 17th of February Pitcairn Island drops 0.000785 mm below its last registered sea level. An EcoEvent 24-hour live feed covers the bedroom wall. It's the first thing I see when I wake up, groggy, high above central district. I blink and bring a detailed record of my unconscious hours into my peripheral vision. On it, cartoon lightning bolts storyboard a fitful, anxious sleep. For several minutes I lie still-clammy despite the climate control- watching a chopper circle that island like a bird of prey. Tiny children speckle the cliffs in antish processions, antennae waving at the clouds, giving the viewer the disorienting feeling of guilty, godlike voyeurism.' (Publication abstract)