In order to create a collage or assemblage or bricolage you first need to take things apart, take them out of context, let them speak to you, reimagine them. My old laptop, physically broken and unsuitable for re-use, became a mine for materials. Removing a few screws and yanking a few tiny wire harnesses renders this wonder of technology, this thing I think I can’t live without, into a collection of colourful plastic. The circuit boards look like tiny towns seen from an airplane, pretty but lacking life. And I am none the wiser about how a laptop works. When it was assembled, the multitude of unfortunate automatons doubtless had no thought of the power it might wield. From nothing to nothing, it is a tool with no inherent purpose for good or evil, peace or hatred, togetherness or divisiveness. A laptop is what we make of it. Now what do I make of the disassembled pieces? A cry in the wilderness? A monument to voicelessness? A silent prayer?