We are all subject to small talk, sometimes, to the brink of torture, never going anywhere*. This vehicle of small talk only rolls in a circle and if it were to take off, it would just spin aimlessly. Peer into the rear window, a chair made of a speaker rotates to observe a tinker tape of small talk traveling across the kettle’s walls…
“How are you?,” “Where do you live?,” “How’s this weather?” and “What do you do?”