We see the venue of an unknown disaster, the debris of history that constitutes the story of Earth. Upon the site, lay fifty humans oscillating between consciousness and unconsciousness, life and death. Sometimes, one of them emerges into the foreground–clutching a first, batting an eyelid, or weeping for his neighbour. At other times, these figures recede from the light, losing their individual shapes to form a gigantic organism, breathing in unison, pulsating like a jellyfish, though their journey across Earth.The artist looks at the Earth and sees it is no good. Between the rubble, he drapes people as impotent beings and looks at them doggedly.Experimental science fiction. The earth after a disaster. People lie gasping between the rubble, barely conscious. Only occasionally do they make impotent movements. In the shadow, they seem to form a whole. The film is one continuous shot.