It’s a decent day. Outdoors, I mean. We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be checking our WeChat groups as friends report what portals are working and which are not — “Sweden 2 is okay” … “…and, not any more!” — we shouldn’t be obsessively clicking refresh on our gmail tab as if the government has decided just in the previous five seconds to unblock the service, and we shouldn’t be cooped up in cubicles or monstrosities of home-office complexes twiddling our thumbs like simian slaves of a machine that won’t even let us work. We should all go to the park and play Frisbee.
Sometimes living in Beijing can feel like a communal experience. I’ve said this before about air pollution — the reason many of us complain about it on social media is because it plugs us into a greater suffering that satisfies our primal, human need for social belonging — but it’s just as applicable to Internet outages. This happens every once in a while, we should know by now. We should have, you know, backup plans. Upon this reminder that we live in a cocoon of glorious shared experiences, all of which will make us better, let us spill into the streets outside with bread to feed the birds and a kindness in our hearts for stray cats who wonder why such frustration and needless pain, agony, anger is carved into the furrows of our souls.
Anyway. USA connections are working as of this moment. Godspeed, everyone.