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september mornings
Sep. 11th, 2004 07:56 amI woke up in the earliest hours of morning, in the grey rain light. Half of me was still in dreams, in memories of the past. Originally I thought to sleep through this morning, because I didn't want to get up and see the news coverage. But here I am, wide awake. It reminds me a bit of waking up alone with a ringing phone in that apartment on Stonehollow. At least this time the coverage isn't nonstop and terrifying.
I hadn't realized how far down into the rock they dug when clearing the wreckage, probably because at some point I just couldn't watch anymore. This never gets much easier to watch, the vast quantities of footage out there. All those photos from the streets, of people arrested by shock and fear, the smoking skies, the dust and wreckage of an incredibly beautiful morning in New York.
Maybe it gets a bit easier to live with, the further away in time you are.
That's the interesting thing about terrorism. You have to keep it erratic to keep people afraid. Too much and everyone goes numb like clockwork, too little and you don't scare them enough. Brilliant, terrible logic to it. Most days I don't think about it outside the context political discussions. But I do think about it every time I get on a plane. I'm a bit ashamed of that, the feeling of fear. Every time I've gotten on a plane since September 11th, 2001 I need a good drink or three to quell the tremble in my hands.
Of all the networks, CNN is the only one with the decency to air this without pontificating over the ceremony.
I don't understand how anyone could look into the grieving faces of all these people and use their pain as a political springboard. I can barely look at my television without crying.
I hadn't realized how far down into the rock they dug when clearing the wreckage, probably because at some point I just couldn't watch anymore. This never gets much easier to watch, the vast quantities of footage out there. All those photos from the streets, of people arrested by shock and fear, the smoking skies, the dust and wreckage of an incredibly beautiful morning in New York.
Maybe it gets a bit easier to live with, the further away in time you are.
That's the interesting thing about terrorism. You have to keep it erratic to keep people afraid. Too much and everyone goes numb like clockwork, too little and you don't scare them enough. Brilliant, terrible logic to it. Most days I don't think about it outside the context political discussions. But I do think about it every time I get on a plane. I'm a bit ashamed of that, the feeling of fear. Every time I've gotten on a plane since September 11th, 2001 I need a good drink or three to quell the tremble in my hands.
Of all the networks, CNN is the only one with the decency to air this without pontificating over the ceremony.
I don't understand how anyone could look into the grieving faces of all these people and use their pain as a political springboard. I can barely look at my television without crying.