This is KZSU, Stanford.

Echo, our theme song, returns to us from her dreams.

Sounds like a birdie to me.

Echoes high avian notes ringing through the dail of entitled opinions.

But why the urgency? Why the desperation?

Well, what we have here is a highly unusual case of what is known as obstacle love.

ECHO wants Narcissus, but Narcissus wants Narcissus too, yet neither of them can have him.

Every time Echo tries to embrace Narcissus, he pushes her away.

And every time he tries to embrace the boy who looks back at him from the water,

he comes up empty-handed.

Echo's object of love has a body, while his object of love belongs to the crystal pond that keeps him

enthralled to the siren song of his mirrored image. Echo tries to tell Narcissus to look away,

to look at her, but her entreaties are in vain. Narcissus is mesmerized. The reflection wins out over the real,

the virtual wins out over the actual, as Narcissus succumbs to Narke. Narke, the Greek word for numbness

or stupor.

Take note, his narcosis is already signaled by his name,

Narcissos, and we all share in his stupor. Entitled opinions coming to you from the Wells Springs of KZSU.

The Narcotic of our age, Narcissism.

It looks so good, it looks so cool, you plunge your lips into the pool, but don't give in, don't be a fool, I tell you boy, that water's cool.

It looks so good, it looks so cool, you plunge your lips into the pool, don't give in, no be your foe, I tell you by that water is cruel.

In his transfixed posture,

staring into the pool's visual display,

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