Amina turns over the seating sketch and starts a menu for an imaginary lunch. She leaves spaces for other people’s suggestions. The spoon gets its own reminder at the top. Beside it she writes the title of the unfinished film; perhaps this time she will discover the ending. Her family has supplied a notebook, but the scrap of paper suits her. It already has chairs on the other side. A gathering, she thinks, needs somewhere for the ideas to sit as well.