Portents and visions of doom permeated the biennale with repetitions across various national and international pavilions. Seas awash with with trash, melting ice caps, rising tides, decay and refuse ever piling up. And much like the world at large, endless queues of people waiting to see the spectacle of it only to largely be met with disappointment. May we live in interesting times, but more often than not we live in waiting and banal repetition.