by novium on Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:59 pm
I woke up to it. It was hazy, because for the first few minutes after my alarm clock went off, I was half-asleep, half-dreaming. The morning show host was saying something about airplanes, and the white house... at first, half-dreaming, I thought she was talking about some movie. But unusually, she was speaking in low tones and there were undertones of tension and dread. Disbelief. That's what finally woke me up.
It was unreal. So unreal. I am not a morning person, and so to hear about it in the haze of just waking... that no one knew what the hell was going on, that there were reports of the white house on fire, that a tower had collapsed. I didn't even know what the WTC was. What was it in context? What did it mean?
And so I stumbled out to the living room, thinking that if I could just get online, it'd all be explained, it'd all make sense...but there wasn't anything. A few lines, less than even the radio had. I turned on TV and watched the second tower fall.
The rest of the day is just fragments. Very very clear fragments, but everything else just blurs into the week.
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Neither the storms of crisis, nor the breezes of ambition could ever divert him, either by hope or by fear, from the course that he had chosen
Neither the storms of crisis, nor the breezes of ambition could ever divert him, either by hope or by fear, from the course that he had chosen