The Agony and Ecstasy of Filing Late on #TaxDay

Like clockwork, the United States has dissolved into a mess of whimpers and exhausted relief. Some weary souls likely exerted the last of their energy to pound their keyboards in horror; others beat their chests in excitement. It's Tax Day. Again. Blame the earth's curiously fast revolution. Those who received refunds now walk the streets with the lightness of young lovers. Those who owe money see only signs of conspiracies from the government or family or employer. Those who forgot to file are pinching their arms and legs and necks to wake up from this oddly familiar nightmare.