Small talk is like holding a stone in your hand without aim to throw it into water. It doesn’t give you anything; it doesn’t ripple through the medium between two people. When encountering small talk, one must enact in small talk to coax out the more substantial action. Holding a stone is action, but it’s not as dynamic as throwing it from the barren mountain into the fertile sea. Holding it for too long reveals you were never really present to begin with, which is made worse if you’re on the other end only to discover you were ever talking with a phantom. Like a fleeting dream, you tried to remember where it all went wrong.