The table is a display case.

The case itself is empty and only has a disassembled computer standing on it.

Something is printed onto the glass:

I imagined myself exhaling a thought.

The thought would be sucked up into the vents of the HVAC above my head, cirulate in it for a while until it would eventually be pushed out.

Outside it would mix with many other thoughts.

Maybe it would even be drawn back into the building

cleaned, purified, cooled,

until blown out from the vent above my head.

If inhaled again, I would probably not even notice.

The only thought you wish to exhale is the one about your unnecessary zoom meeting.

The window and the desk behind you look equally promising as places to do so.