Still Remembering
Not trying to be too melancholic, but I’ve taken some time today to explore and think a bit more about the anniversary we just had. What brought me back were a couple tweets from @davewiner yesterday. I followed a link to the conversation that happened on Metafilter that morning. It was a too painful to spend much time with, but was amazing to see how the conversation unfolded in that space.
Another link brought me to an article in The Times written the day after the attack. It broke down the role the web played in spreading information in a situation so chaotic major media sources had as much trouble making sense of the event as everyone else. Again, kinda painful but especially so when I saw this quote: “Today is my 40th birthday,” wrote someone on the Well, an Internet discussion service. “My dear friend in NY calls me every year at about 5:00 to wake me up and wish me Happy Birthday. The phone rang this morning, I picked it up with a smile. It was his sister in London, screaming. He works in the World Trade Center.”
I’ll get myself out of the doldrums quickly enough. Anymore, it’s only at the anniversaries that I find myself in a funk. For the longest time, looking out the window riding across the Manhattan bridge would make me tear up. In a weird and maybe masochistic way, I find a bit of comfort in the familiarity of this particular pain.
