The cook’s hands are pouring orange chicken into the tray while his consciousness lives on the other side of the screen, with Mark and Ying Wiens. My body takes a snapshot because I like to document mundanities for future reference, but my mind is mainly at the hotel, where S waits for me to return with dinner and this is taking too long. And… what about the cashier/server? I can see her face, but I can’t read her soul. Where is she?
