There are really no words for what happened yesterday.
My friend Matt was in the World Trade Center at 8:00 am EDT. 50 minutes later, the attack began. He was safe. But I can only imagine what could have happened — what did happen, to thousands of others.
Yesterday morning I dreamed there was another Seattle earthquake. Instead, I woke from the dream to hear Jason’s clock radio playing a simulcast of WCBS. I instantly recognized the tone of the reporters’ voices — there had been some kind of disaster. But every fact we heard was more and more unbelievable. One tower had just collapsed, and that was outrageous enough, in the most serious sense of the term. But a plane collided with it? And then a second? The implications dawned pretty quickly. A few minutes later the second tower collapsed, and despite only having two hours of sleep, I knew I wasn’t going to get much more.
I don’t know what else to say. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen next. I can’t imagine anything good, right now.
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