Air guitar, mellow, loose breezy shadows on the rock outside my window, where life, barely modified by my observation preserves the old learning in each living thing, seen through my window?
While idly listening to the audiobook The Attention Merchants, actively attending the attention economy makes all things common, there fore short attention spans are evolved to meet words where they hurt, and kiss it, make it better. --- or as that feels in the typical virtualviral conscience.