The Internet Broke. Go Outside Maybe.
Behind the sad cascading scrawl of ones and zeros that have slowed to a infant crawl today is the tepid and glassy reflection of all of us, watching the great silent dove migration of people away from their desks and gradually realizing that we all may have to go see Daryl Hall & John Oates play for free tonight, down at Coney Island, just to feel alive, like a human being, who feels things. Or Marnie Stern and Oakley Hall, also for free at Santos Party House? Or even that screening of Purple Rain, down in Brooklyn...Yeah. It's come to that. Peruse our archives, maybe?