A friend told me this week that on 9/11 she saw FBI agents pounding on a business owners door yelling “We need your phone!” She saw a policeman ordering her back yelling “The other tower is coming down! Go back if you want to live!” The orderly, quick, bizarre thumping sound of the floors smashing down on top of each other. Those were the coherent seconds of the experience. Burying her face in her backpack because
of the smoke. The cops said the Twin Towers were falling and she thought the buildings would come down sideways. Expecting all that shit to rain down she never ran so hard so knees-and-palms-on-the-pavement so looking-behind-yourself fast so unbelievably hard. She didn’t understand the thumping sound until later.
