{fray} hope - blackout“I think we blew a fuse.” My coworkers and I checked the fuse boxes, but that wasn’t it. The power station just across the East River in Manhattan was spewing nasty black smoke, groaning like it was going to explode. “Fuck it – let’s get out of here.” The streets in my Brooklyn neighborhood had a slight Armageddon feel – kind of exciting, kind of frightening – lots of battery-operated radios and m
