I think it’s fair to say we are all having a DAY/WEEK/MONTH/YEAR. Fair to say that this is a rough time. Fair to say that 2020 is hot flaming garbage. Anxiety? She is living rent-free in our collective consciousness and sometimes all we can do is scream into the void. 

You take a breath deep into your belly, and let it out, screeching frustration and anger into the nothingness and then do it again every minute of every hour for six months. 

Whether it’s Brendan Fraser, Brie Larson, or yes, even Zach Braff, Natalie Portman, and Peter Sarsgaard, there are few moments I truly feel seen lately, but watching people scream is one of them. 

What is 2020 if not a decontextualized scream? But who knows, maybe we’re all just a Wilhelm Scream compilation away from normalcy.