Deep Throat. — A New York Moment
I had forgotten that today was 9/11. About mid-afternoon it dawned on me and it was kind of like remembering that some random Sunday you're experiencing just happens to be Easter. I thought to myself, Noted, and moved on. It's at least a little refreshing not actually being in NYC on the anniversary of 9/11 because as any New Yorker knows, the entire DAY is transformed into REMEMBERING 9/11. Like any of us could forget. Like the fucking world could forget. What came afterward was almost worst than the actual day itself. Hello America, welcome to another war, another economic slump, another poor-choice election, here, eat some shit while we're at, YUM. The last year that I experienced a 9/11 anniversary in NY I remember spending the entire day dodging newspaper articles and headlines, news footage of the smoking and eventually collapsing towers, conversations of strangers recounting their experiences, street peddlers trying to make a buck off of t-shirts, buttons, flags, you name it. And I was leaving work after a somewhat emotionally exhausting day and I entered the lobby of the building after exiting the elevators and the three flat screen televisions that were mounted on the lobby wall were all playing footage of the buildings collapsing and there lined up in front of the screens were a group of Business Suits standing in front of them watching silently, and as I saw the towers fall for the millionth time, and my stomach sank and my heart froze, for the millionth time, loud and frustrated words tumbled from my lips "How is this city and those families supposed to heal if we keep ripping open the bandage every year and poking the wound? God, would everyone just let 9/11 fucking rest in peace?" And I stomped off toward the exit with steam shooting from my ears while those people in the lobby silently stared after me. And this was five years after the fact.
No, I don't want to forget. Hell, I can't forget, I was there. But being in NY on 9/11 is like being in the North Pole on Christmas, it's EVERYWHERE. So I guess what I mean to say is, it was 9/11 today and I didn't notice it for half a day. That's progress.
I couldn't agree more. I shed tears because of Evan Tanner dying this week, but none for 9/11. I can't get Evan out of my head - but 9/11 has been kicked out for a long time.
Try working downtown...
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