Catharsis (n): the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, esp. through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.
Today several of us experienced catharsis in different ways. One took a nap. One made pancakes. My weather-related gloom was dispelled by sitting in front of a borrowed HappyLite for a few hours. When the housemate that loaned me the Lite came back from a thesis meeting glum, we went and dumped dry ice into Taylor Lake. If that's not a "certain kind of art," what is?
If you've ever wondered what would happen if you dumped dry ice into Taylor Lake: it sinks to the bottom and bubbles persistently. If you try to pick it up through the bag, you will burn yourself. And if someone you know comes by, they will not be as excited about your adventure as you are. But that's ok, because it's your catharsis.
Sincerely,
a raccoon.
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