Do you remeber where you where?
Those things you heard?
that first time you felt pain wash away disbelief?
Was there a point in which you felt a breeze of dirty ash cover your neck?
Did you smell chared flesh?
did it matter that you were not of New York?
were your eyes wide shut?
did you hear the music change a bit?
was there a sence of it must be made right?
Do you remeber getting your tires changed on your car because you had 'important' sh*t to do?Do you remember hearing some subtle hint of pain in a voice not used to expressing such an emotion?
when did you feel wronged?
which member of your extended family was lucky to get away?
which one didn't?
Of all the images that pushed into me that day, the most powerful involved waking, laying flat on a couch in a posh apartment in a Dallas suburb, surrounded by people trying to discern what it means and being forced from sleep to dream 2.0 into the here and now.
and then trying to walk.
