Lecture: Hello & Vague

As my weary eyes follow your lips up and down, your dry, lifeless rasp reaches across this distant room towards my ear as if a child straining for one more cookie off the tray. However, no matter how vigorous your efforts, the radiating airwaves don't reach my uninterested ears. My thoughts are adrift, lost in another space. Floating like a vessel, alone on the sea. Tranquil and consumed by a fog. The fog of wanderers. Aimless and careless... Flicker... The screen shifts and another long past name presents itself in full view. I return only briefly, to be bombarded with your colorless efforts at injecting these ancient ideas into my already festering stock exchange. Your barracuda certainly has a faster frame rate. But its resolution is far more pixelated when paired up against my ocean. So spit out your dry claims to my lackluster attention. They'll soak themselves soon enough as they drown in the sea of my dreams.