A static image of a rock next to a curb is overlaid with the deformed reflection of light and shadows from pedestrian and vehicular traffic. An alternatively whispy and shrill, irregular slide whistle soundtrack is occasionally punctuated by a male voice saying "this is," culminating in an insistent string of "this is, this is, this is." Once the soundtrack falls silent, the camera begins to haltingly zoom out, revealing the reflection to have been caused by the slick surface of the glossy photo of the curb, and the picture itself to have been one of a series of photos of urban details placed in a grid in an exhibition space.
