I left my office tonight, grateful to have just barely escaped from the unceasing onslaught that is my email inbox. And as I stood — dazed and blinking into the late winter sun of the parking lot — I realized something.
Email is a zombie.
- You can knock it off one by one, but it just keeps coming.
- You can’t kill it. You can only hope to contain it.
- All it wants to do is eat your brains.
- It’s been dead for two years; it just doesn’t know it yet.