At lunch in the cafeteria today, Myles Kane, our resident multimedia producer and Harry Potter rapper, told a story about his new apartment, which is in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. It is windowless and, as of yet, furniture-less and Internet-less, and sits in the middle of a strange cell-phone “dead zone,” so that the building owner is going to have to set up some sort of router that acts as a personal cell-phone tower. So Myles was sitting in his box the other day, feeling extremely panicky about his disconnected state, and wondering what to do.
“Did you have a book to read?” I asked.
“I did, but I didn’t read it,” he said. “I just left the building.”
This made sense to me: it’s impossible to read these days without our gadgets glowing comfortingly on standby.
