The place where they once stood reminds me of the child who, struck in the face by the schoolyard bully, has lost his two front teeth. It's an obscene and violent emptiness that demands filling, demands something to remedy that wrongness, that absence of once-present substance.
Whenever I see the skyline, I feel that empty place keenly, and I don't even live there.
I keep hoping that from the ashes, the phoenix will rise; all these years later, it isn't triumph I see, but division, sorrow, anger, and confusion swirling in a quagmire of indecision, derision, and the constant tug-of-war of "remember" versus "forget".
Shade and Sweetwater, K (who wept when they fell, and prayed as hard as ever she did that the people had gotten out - because anything else was too horrible to contemplate)
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It's a shame that some of the best roof-top footage of the towers, is due to Limp Bizkit!
ReplyDeleteI wish I had seen them. I've been to the site twice, but not until after 9/11.
ReplyDeleteHaving grown up with them, it makes for a big gap in the skyline. Very odd.
ReplyDeleteThe place where they once stood reminds me of the child who, struck in the face by the schoolyard bully, has lost his two front teeth. It's an obscene and violent emptiness that demands filling, demands something to remedy that wrongness, that absence of once-present substance.
ReplyDeleteWhenever I see the skyline, I feel that empty place keenly, and I don't even live there.
I keep hoping that from the ashes, the phoenix will rise; all these years later, it isn't triumph I see, but division, sorrow, anger, and confusion swirling in a quagmire of indecision, derision, and the constant tug-of-war of "remember" versus "forget".
Shade and Sweetwater,
K (who wept when they fell, and prayed as hard as ever she did that the people had gotten out - because anything else was too horrible to contemplate)