The credits begin to roll and I marvel at how many bodies remain in their seats, certain that I've never before seen so many wait for what follows the scroll of white words. Phone screens come alive in the rows below like a cigarette lighter salute before the inevitable encore. They will wait now, I think, these masses that once fled for the lobby at the fade to black. Now that the nerd has become the norm, they will wait. But how many, I wonder, will pick up their trash on the way out.