No crew, no cargo, no destination
Capitalism again produces not just internal contradictions and systemic alienation, but the startled, haunting configurations - and prefigurations - of its own terminal flatlines, those perfect synechdochic captures of the crumbling financial system and its fallouts. In this case, "the ghost fleet of the recession." Anchored off the coast of Singapore, the empty hulls wait unmanned for commerce that doesn't come. The local fear of them as cursed is perhaps more right than we can fathom. Bad spirits, indeed.
(thanks to Laura for the link)