"To talk is silver, to shout is golden."

Yesterday, I caught a sliver of a documentary about a Finnish chorus of screaming men: The Finnish Screaming Male Choir.

Because I am in the process of fleeing my house within the next ten minutes, I leave you to read about it if you like, and think about the idea that shouting can be freeing. Can it? How do you let out what you need? How do you keep it a river and not a flood? Or can the surrounding land handle the inundation, so, hey, go for it, we’ve got a canoe?*

[*Now accepting packages containing flotation devices. Pls send c/o McBickle, underwater in Brooklyn. And do it quickly, the Gowanus is stanky.]