It's always a little sad to yell into the silence, only to hear your own voice echo back. The dissonance caused by the sound waves long travel to a point yet unknown, and the equally long return trip. Yet a memory of that echo remains, caught in the ears of one who would gladly talk with you. Muted with time and distance traveled, you hear someone call out: "Hello?"
It's always a little sad to yell into the silence, only to hear your own voice echo back. The disson
