It took me only seven years to miss registering the importance of today’s date when I woke up in the morning. The wounds must be healing. One day, I may even find myself on foot in downtown Manhattan again.
I still want to remember. Hoping, against most of the reason, that we never have to live through something like that again…
This essay by James Lileks, although written five years ago, is still more eloquent than anything I could say.
(both links via Glenn Reynolds)