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I'm trying to write today without swearing at all, which is fucking difficult considering that thousands of people are inconceivably dead. It's difficult enough when a freeway collapses and hundreds are trapped, or a giant building falls over because of an earthquake, or a hurricane sweeps through a town and tears buildings to pieces. But when someone makes a choice to turn a plane full of people and rocket fuel into the World Trade Center, it's something else entirely. Someone in the world decided to do this, and I can't even begin to understand why. I have no idea what to do, either. We're thousands of miles from New York and Washington. I can't even give blood. They're turning people away at the Red Cross, so many volunteers are turning up. So I've been watching for signs of life from the people I know on the East coast. The one person I know in New York is alive today. So are all of the people I know anything about in DC. All of you over there, I’m thinking about you. |  |