the three thousand plus lives lost,
the feeling of uncertainty while in the smoky subway station directly under the first tower after it was hit, not knowing my own danger,
the terror of standing in the street and watching the first tower crumble,
knowing that life had been changed in a way that I’d never experienced before,
confusion at the volume of hate and deception that caused this to happen to innocent people,
the trauma and paranoia that led to the counting of every single man-hole exit on my subway journey post attack … just in case …
9 – 11 – 2001.