When the Forest Fringe microfestival descended on New York in October something was missing. It was not just the amazing cheese soup I ate at the Drill Hall cafe at this year's Forest Fringe in Edinburgh (though I lamented its absence SEVERAL times over the weekend). What I missed most was the hustle and bustle of a centralized space. Even when filled with screaming children engaged in some sort of …
SOURCE: Mildly Bitter's Musings at 01:16PM on December 27, 2014