No Blackberry service, so the world is clearly going to hell. Here's a covered scaffolding on the Upper West Side, with the brilliant October light making a crazy pattern of shadows, clearly symbolizing the meaninglessness of a universe without constant connectivity.
I'm rather enjoying the sensation of having no idea what critical emails may be sitting in my inbox, and the unfamiliar bliss of being unable to check.
I suspect that New York may still be here in the morning even if none of us read our email until then. It might continue to be here in the morning even if we made a habit of it.
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