Inside a collection of fragments we begin to find the gradual definition of things, spaces, glimpses of a camera an eye looking back at us the scratchy, almost fidgety sounds of a film whirring into life. Brehm fashions an enveloping phenomenological experience from the almost discarded off-cuts from other films, moments which in their marginahty present a film as if from another angle, from a space to the side of most film practice.