Utter Fear: 9/12/01
Today we must do something -- pray, give blood.
We are scared and scarred. Even those of us who are safe and have not lost loved ones in the tradegy are in mourning. Phone service is iffy. Its impossible to get through to anyone beyond the city. Email has been the best way to stay in touch. We are/I am safe for now. The day will continue to roll out new findings. We will take them as they come.
The commerical airplanes that usually crisscross the sky on their way to LaGuardia and JFK airposts are part of the humdrum of life here in Brooklyn. You get use to the sound after awhile. The roar overhead today is the sound of fighter planes -- a clear reminder of what occured yesterday. On the ground, we atempt to go about our lives normally, but these are not normal times. As much as we would like for things to remain the same, they hvae been inalterably changed.
I attempt to push away the visions that threaten to relilinquish me to utter fear: Army tanks from a foriegn country rolling down my streeet, soilders crashing into my apartment. Food scarcity. Water poisoned. Darkness everywhere. This is real/imagined/possible.
Two weeks ago, I was feeling teary. I had attributed this to the change of the season -- my downhill tumble to Fall. We are in a seaon of no return. My tears come and go over the simplist things now.
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