911

I don’t know why I’ve let myself get stuck in front of the television for so long, but I have, and I’ve just now managed to turn it off. my own problems seemed important to me until one plane crash turned to two, so that it turned deliberate. then the collapse of both buildings. next my own neighborhood felt the shock wave from the Pentagon. I began to cry.

on the road to pick up my wife from work, I was caught in the grid lock and the feed came through the radio, the same, but something new opening up every hour or so. finally abandoning the car in front of a restaurant, I got out and ran for about two miles and met up with her. she was calmly sitting in a ball on the sidewalk reading a book. I was so glad to find her there.

so the burden of the TV is off. I feel so informed! I’ve done much reading on message boards also. no reading of literature, nothing else. I’ve had a burritto, some salad. this grand scale sadness seems to be just the beginning. that is all I’ll say for now. I’m at least glad to be alive, and that everyone I know is okay too.