Do you ever just... howl? It's not easy to do these days, not without neighbors asking nosy questions like, "Are you alright?" or "What animal are you torturing in there?" or "It's two in the goddamn morning, will you shut up?" But it is something we all should try. It's remarkably cathartic, like screaming but more primal. A noise that refutes every veneer of civility and order and meekness that society forces upon us. A cry of hunger, raw and bloody. Hunger for freedom. Hunger for vengeance. Just... hunger.

There's power in that, if you let there be. If you let it tear from your throat, wet and ragged and high and painful. If you lose yourself in the music, rip yourself free from the constricting expectations and laws and morals, let your teeth glint bloody and sharp. Let go of everything but the hunger -- and strike.