As is my habit while I am in Motovun, I went to Benjamin’s for lunch. As usual, the television was on all the while, but there was no tone. From time to time, I would look up at the screen. During my lunch, a history show was on. It was about World War I. All I could see was one colorized clip after another. There were soldiers marching and flags waving. People running away from the conflict. Biplanes diving and dropping bombs. Cannons shooting. Fields covered with corpses. Battleships sinking. Famous buildings in ruins. Emaciated people bundled in blankets. Prisoners of war waddling along a winding road. “The past,” I commented to a few people sitting close to my table, “the present, and the future.” To my surprise, everyone agreed with me quite enthusiastically. “Exactly,” some of them intoned, “exactly.” Indeed, homo sapiens is stuck on its evolutionary path. Colorized or not, all the clips are the same. Small changes in technology do not add up to very much, anyhow. Clips from World War III are already here, as it were. Any filmmaker could easily add an intercontinental missile, an aircraft carrier, or an atomic mushroom cloud here and there.