The observance of the natural world gives way to vitriolic, acidic criticism of the state of the world.
Pensive shots of people lost in thought interspersed with animals in their natural habitat and a strange mysterious phone call propels this Godardian short. We see a sad lone woman in her apartment and a musician rails against consumerism and encapsulates the spirit of the film when he says,
"it hurts to be a caring, sympathetic person in a world where the most simple act of common courtesy is regarded as an act of valor, an act of courage and bravery to be nice, because to be selfish, and to project all this hate onto other people, is the new normal"
It feels like a short docu-fiction tone poem that is a scathing indictment on the state and future of our Republic and the reflection of nature against it.