[...] Markus, Sally’s childhood friend who was already at that point a famous director, as well as Paul who was sitting across from Markus and made a point of pretending not to know who he was. We had the entirety of the twentieth century behind us and an unknown millennium in front of us, an epic split, and still we gave ourselves to small things, corrupt feelings. Paul who said, “What’s your name again? Rasmus?” and Markus who corrected him, offended, and Anna, a journalist, who said, “I know who you are, I’ve seen a ton of your stuff,” and told us about an amazing play she’d seen that Markus had not directed, and Markus who corrected this, too, and shortly thereafter got out his phone and started making calls to find another party. [...]