I found this man sleeping on a table in the lounge of a deep-sea fishing boat. He had spent the day fishing and was heading back to Gloucester. The circular table echoes the arm and hand that circle round his head. His fingers rest lightly on the table, casting their shadows within a window reflection. The table supports his weight, becoming a makeshift bed, its circular shape going round and round like the dreams that might be flowing through his slumbering mind.