On an art residency in Helsinki I set up my makeshift studio in the room that has been provided for me. I unpack a series of hard drives, power-packs, cameras, Palm Pilot and my laptop – creating a tangled web of cables and connections which I begin to plug in. I insert the lead between my PalmPilot and its power supply. There is a dull ‘fizz’ sound and a faint smell of smoke. My PalmPilot is dead – killed by the voltage intended for one of my hard drives.