Remembering
Sep. 11th, 2005 09:51 amI remember it being a regular morning, until an orker came in and asked me to check the news online, because the radio wasn't giving enough information. I'd done my usual morning check, and was surprised that this guy, usually focused on work all the time, was asking for my 'expertise' in getting information online. And then I found out what was going on, and couldn't believe it. And the news got worse, and no one could really work. Queue came in, concerned about his grandparents, newly moved to DC, and I tried to comfort him. I barely thought about the actual people I knew in NYC, not yet believing what had happened, really. It was a huge special effect, right? That can't happen here, right? And yet.
I remember going home, and there being no one around. I needed an outlet, and pushed myself onto the bicycle, going harder, faster, anything to make it not real. OPN happened on a non-Wednesday, and I stopped in, needing people, until there was some political discussion I couldn't bear to be by, and went home, still in shock of some sort.
I just dug out my paper journal, and ( read. )
And for the more recent disaster, remembering what I never saw through the photos in ZebraArtist's journal.
I remember going home, and there being no one around. I needed an outlet, and pushed myself onto the bicycle, going harder, faster, anything to make it not real. OPN happened on a non-Wednesday, and I stopped in, needing people, until there was some political discussion I couldn't bear to be by, and went home, still in shock of some sort.
I just dug out my paper journal, and ( read. )
And for the more recent disaster, remembering what I never saw through the photos in ZebraArtist's journal.