People are yelling. Their thoughts projected loudly, pushed through hot air through megaphone mouths. Clambering over each convinced of self importance— their wisdom world-changing, mind-blowing, and yet, so mundane, so irrelevant. The constant clicking, scrolling ever downwards, down, down, drown yourself in meaninglessness. There isn’t a single sentence not yet formed, not yet been spewed out of the lips, a desperate starvation for originality. I so wish to drain my head of thoughts to know nothing.