i was tying my shoes.
i can’t remember which shoe it was, but my roommate at the time and i were getting ready to go to class. he told me to check out the tv and i called my family.
that morning, our professor took us into the control room of the tv studio to watch news reports and she left crying, telling us we could do whatever we wanted.
loss of family friends, colleague’s spouses; stories of near misses and the universe politely shuttling people just past danger filled the months after.
my initial reaction wasn’t much.
we stand here, this place in time, and i don’t think it has hit all of us that we are on the brink of something utterly uncontroable.
then i had a few more days to think about it.
but i think you understand. we’ve already lost whatever war we think we’re declaring.
time marches on, but we will never forget.
