it’s strange to go back and ready what i wrote on this day last year . it doesn’t really seem to capture how i think i remember feeling. trapped in a traffic jam, just miles from chicago’s o’hare airport, pummeled by the sheer unbelievability of it all.
and those crazy, crazy nighmares that kris and i had a week before 9/11. at the risk of being branded a wackjob, i can still recall waking in a fit, wondering why i was standing in the cockpit of a plane, flying so close to tall buildings? why were we so close the buildings? thinking over and over. why are we so close? i really don’t think we’re supposed to be that close.
and why are they all cast with an eerie red glow?
layers and layers of profound inexplicability. impervious to explanation. that’s how i remember 9/11.