Slow to enter the fast pace of modernity, the desert people of an unknown origin seek solace in a bus shelter covered with images of mythical warriors angelic and strong.

Each wave seems stronger than the next as the small village is battered, relocation seems inevitable, and the matriarch defends the oracles vision to remain.

She of course will have to leave with the others in a migration which will cross many villages. The television predicts that casual contact with outsiders will create a great new culture. Yet there is sorrow as the ancient lands are reclaimed by the great gods of the sea. Perhaps we have taken too much, she thinks

Meanwhile the harsh sands flow and ebb into tide pools of emptyness. Cities fill their hearts with the misjudgements of the past.