five thousand shades of blue

Thursday, September 13, 2001

I won't even try to say it all because others have said it all before me.

I was surrounded by brick red rubble and bodies wherever I stepped. Illogically I wanted to take the dead out first, instead of searching for the living and treating them, and as I pulled on cold stiff limbs I cried and cried and realized that I would never have them all out.

That nightmare was over when I woke. Someone in Manhattan today, tomorrow, next week, will have to endure this nightmare and won't get the luxury of waking up.

From space, the big blue marble looks as if it's bleeding white.

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