Sam looked over at Todd; drumming his fingers softly against his keyboard as he scrolled through a long body of text on his laptop. Sam was infuriated at Todd for no real reason, just for existing, but tried not to let it show.

"What 'chu reading now?" Sam asked, his voice overly monotone as he hyper-focused on trying to sound natural.

"Ah, some guy on Reddit thinks that ultra runners should celebrate winning a race by drinking a beer out of one of their shoes that they ran the race in," Todd replied without looking away from his computer screen.

"Haha, what?" Sam asked, his voice pitching upward, showing genuine bewilderment.

"A lotta people are mad about it, there's like a comment war happening in the sub," Todd replied, still looking at his screen.

"Okay, sure. But like, why does it matter?" Sam asked.

"It's funny to me that so many people care about this," Todd replied, finally looking over at Sam.

"Right, but like why do you care?"

"I don't."

"You don't."

"I don't."

"But you're reading it. It's like a really long thing."

"Yeah, it's funny."

"So you do care, you just care that it's funny to you."

"I care that the thing I'm choosing to waste this amount of time on at least gives me some amusement, yeah. I don't care about the racer who inspired the post, or the guy who wrote the post, or the people arguing with that guy, or the people defending that guy, or anyone else involved with the entire interaction."

"But you—"

"I don't care. My life is dwindling. I can't stop that. I can't stop god's stopwatch on me. And while it feels long on days like today, I know that it's a cosmic blink of an eye, hell, it's even shorter than that, but what am I going to do? I'm living on a human timeline, my time is short but I still feel the need to pass it with mindless chatter; to kill this precious speck of time that I do have, that I'm made of. It's this amazing paradox of existence that I know my time is supremely limited and yet I dawdle my days away as if there was no end to my heartbeats."

Sam opened his mouth, but then his eyebrows raised a little and he let his mouth hang open, unspeaking. He moved a little in his seat, closed his mouth, and then moved his eyes to his own laptop. On the screen was a paused YouTube video titled "Best Sports Fails | Dumbest Athletes of the Decade."

"Enjoy your video," Todd said looking only at his own screen again.

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