A phone held in two hands is pointed across the table, and on its screen sits a person across the table, face hidden behind something held up to the eye. Coloured plastic pieces lie scattered on the wooden table below, some of them cubes. Two screens, one table, everyone aiming at everyone. It is a small loop of people watching each other watching, on a slow afternoon.
The day ends on a tree stump. Seen from behind, a figure sits with a black backpack marked PUMA, looking out over a field of grass gone gold and rust. The sun has dropped to the treeline, a soft white glare behind the leaves. Nothing happens. That seems to be the whole idea: sit, watch the light go, and say nothing.
