It resembles the river and the river as a theme. Our perception of the river's mirror is like imagining Thoreau reading Margaret Fuller on an open porch. The tools necessary for marking up it's edges are simple, supple, and smooth. The matter of who can define it's value and what the metric of it's qualities are lingers at the edges of contemporary cultural appraisals where they become inextricably intertwined with economics and other boastful stories. These are the things we store inside of an otherwise empty box.