No bloodthirsty cries for revenge. There isn’t shit you can do about it anyway

“The streets are rather calm, there are cadets from the police academy controlling traffic. The wind has changed direction and the massive black and yellow column of smoke is starting to drift over Manhattan. I saw a woman covered in soot and dust, with her World Trade Center ID still hanging around her neck. She was walking dazedly north.”

Posted September 11, 2001

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