\t\t\t\tbut i go offline for 9\/11
\nno tv, no radio, no internet. no newspapers.
\nbecause the media was so deathfully irritating to me that day, and the
\nfollow-on of reality-conflation, opportunism and agenda-stoking stretched
\nthe irritation out to its breaking point at which i no longer consume news
\nmedia but i continually question it.<\/p>\n
that is not to say that i won’t think about it. i remember that ghastly
\nday. i remember the day itself but moreso the weeks and months
\nthat followed, starting with the morning of september 12th, waking up to
\nthe sodden sunrise of knowing something incomprehensible but awful
\nhappened here, that heavy morning of dread that more attacks were on the
\nway, and that the future was to be very different from the past.<\/p>\n
i still can not believe i said that, to my mother, the words
\nfalling out of my face that morning when i called her, after
\nsaying that i did not know what was happening here i whispered “we’re
\nbeing attacked. new york is being attacked.” though i don’t know if she
\nheard me — mother was never impressed by 9\/11, even as it happened
\nshe dubbed it feeble compared to the bombings of London during WWII.
\nshe was soon scared to hell by the anthrax attacks closer to home
\nat the National Enquirer offices in Florida, but always considered the
\nattacks on new york and washington to be nothing more than daily news
\nstories from far away. i called her on the 6-month anniversary of 9\/11,
\ncrying, positively crying after my first trip to the world trade
\ncenter site since the towers were destroyed, describing the horrible
\nchasms that filled the spaces where the towers used to be, explaining
\nthat what happened here was still impossible for me to comprehend. she
\nremained unimpressed, said nothing, I may have hung up on her, and
\nthat was the last we spoke of 9\/11.<\/p>\n
after we got off the phone on the morning of 9\/11 i did my best Dmitry
\nKolesnikov. Kolesnikov was the sailor on the Russian submarine
\nKursk who, knowing his death was imminent after the submarine had sunk
\nto the bottom of the sea, took to a pen and a pad of paper and wrote “I
\nam writing blind”, followed by logistica of the moment, and a note to his
\nwife. on 9\/11 i sat at my corporate desk and rattled off angular screeds
\nof whatthefuck, then heard the rustle of 3 men running in and sitting
\nat the first desks they could find. they had just escaped the south tower.
\ni did not know until days later that these guys had just made it out of
\nthere. i knew we had a room of web servers in the twin towers and that
\nthose servers suddenly stopped working. the last time stamps sent from
\nthose web servers lingered on our screens for weeks, at around 9:27am, as
\ni recall.<\/p>\n
that weekend i sat on the couch and watched “Close Encounters of the Third
\nKind.” i remember listening to Elton John CDs still in the CD player,
\nfeeling like a lifetime had passed since i last heard these songs, though
\ni had last listened to them the night of Monday, September 10th.<\/p>\n
this weekend i plan to wander new york city. i will buy a Sunday New York
\nTimes and leave it in the park.<\/p>\n
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