disquiet

if only we knew how much the disquiet would grow.

somewhere between then and now, everyone’s lives in the world became more tragic, on september 11; you don’t know a date is going to become a tragedy when you wake up. even after the event while i still lay in bed, not getting to the phone in time, still i didn’t know. now i can’t say i am different from anyone else.

would i have done things differently? would i have not supported the effort, tried to encourage, tried to reassure, supported, the effort, in as many ways, as i could?

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