A title? Me? Noooooo

Or it's a loved one who's passed, trying to talk to you.

Or it's the other consciousness trapped in your head, trying desperately to communicate with you, but just not quite able to, forcing it to live its entire life trapped in your body, unable to communicate with anything or anyone, completely at your mercy as you fuck both your lives up.

You trying to communicate with yourself from the future via a tachyonic antitelephone.

Completely out of context... who's the guy in the picture?

Well if then I hope my loved ones slapped me into consciousness instead cuz this reality sucks.