“Feeling sad?” Kornei asked, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “It is hard for you?”
“My head hurts,” I said with annoyance.
He hemmed and hawed and began to clear the table. I, of course, as was the custom here, hurried to help him, but with these people there’s not even enough to keep one person busy. Cleaning the table is just opening a little hatch in the center of the table and shoving the stuff in; it doses by itself.
“Let’s go see a movie” be said. “One of my friends made an excellent film. In the old style, two-dimensional black and white. You’ll like it.”
“What’s it about?” I asked. I didn’t feel like any movie. I had more important things to do. As it was, everything around me was like a movie. Stream of consciousness. In colour and three dimensions.
“It’s about war,” he sai
