A confusion of spaces and planes created by the window of an empty store undergoing a refit. The broom handle inside the store becomes the woman's backbone; she looks at you and wonder's where you are. The street passes through the store or the store passes through the street. A cubist front and back image of an SUV lies behind the man; three people are seen standing at its open door - how can we also see its back? How do we know what shape the world is; can we ever really know? Is it mostly empty like this? We had better pair up and stick together.