Exhausted.

Juxtaposed against a backdrop of happy greetings is a young man who will not be unheard.
Within his hands he carries a megaphone like a blowhard and demands the people listen to his soft indictments of their undertakings.
He is trivial in his maniacal melancholy, and he adheres to nothing that makes more sense than what is already done.
For on the other side of the world he wanders and raises a hand and says nothing of value.  there is nothing of value to be found after all, in the penniless misshapen gate of his walk.