Primal screaming
The significance of a squall
In Manhattan last week, a man on the G train yelled into his phone I fucking hate you!
On the flight back to Los Angeles, a baby cried and cried.
About an hour prior to the crying baby, around seven a.m., a woman outside the Delta lounge at JFK caterwauled, I’m never allowed in here!
Humans, adult humans, rarely let go in a guttural way. We just aren’t c…
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