Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of witnesses.
For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell.
I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.