THE MEGAPHONES LAMENT

Though crafted from the hands of mortals, over time, the megaphone has quietly evolved a kind of spectral consciousness; a sentience not predicated by the actions of its handlers, but of its own personal musings.

In times of use, the megaphone can change a voice into a charging titan, hence its well deserved nickname: the bullhorn. But live long enough & eventually every system & mechanism wading through its waters will search for a break; a respite from the endless miles of speaches & crowed splitting warning calls.

Its no wonder that the megaphones single wish is to have a quiet conversation. Low words shared with a trusted companion. An inside joke looked fondly upon as the tired decades of yelling & yelling & mind numbed yelling, march ever onward.