Occasionally he addresses his subjects in their towns or villages, smiling down at them from the stage. He is struck – during a speech at a well-manicured park – by a young child clutching a placard adorned with his official portrait. Their eyes meet and they chuckle at her clumsy attempt to clap while holding the sign – a dimple forming on just one of her perfect little cheeks. He is far, far away by the time the girl sees the sponge block the sunlight from her town.