A friend sent this site to me. I’d forgotten it existed.
Frankly, aside from all the angry ultra-nationalist stuff, it surprises me what an impact a collection of photos of that terrible day still has on me. I have not cried for any reason since the first time I heard the audio of the bodies hitting the ground at the base of the Twin Towers. It was the most horrible thing I’d ever heard, beginning with a disquieted curiosity about those repeating POP noises, then rising to a desperate, panicky denial that such a thing could really be happening, then helpless, futile, cornered-and-tormented-dog tears. I wanted to reach through the TV and tell them all to STOP, that this can’t be happening.
The photos of that day made me cry again.
So many surreal images. The NYC skyline without the Trade Towers still makes very little sense to me. “New York City closed to all traffic.” What does that even mean?
Siiiigh. The memories of that day and the days after it will be seared into my memory for as long as I live, and I hope I live long enough to see the day that the phrase “suicide bomber” makes no sense.