Matt and I talked about how we are doing too much. It doesn’t feel like too much until the system floods.

I scream in my car a lot.

“Same,” I said.

Matt says he mostly yells at himself. I picture him pointing at himself and having a dialogue through the rear-view mirror. This is funnier to me because he has curly hair and a mustache. I pretend I’m yelling at people in the passenger seat, I explain. I wonder if anyone who sees me laughs. A big sound you can’t hear.

That what is said is in the volume befitting only its size, not to be heard.