One day, at the stroke of evening, on Emeryville beach in San Francisco, where unidentified artists, leave, without anyone knowing, sculptures manufactured with items that have washed ashore from the sea.

In Chris Marker’s captivating short, human life appears absent, and what is left behind is just junk: garbage assembled and built into familiar shapes and structures, the ominous foreboding of foghorns and black box audio eliciting the de-familiarizing feeling that, somehow, this is the future.