Sound · 12 September 2001
I wrote and deleted a thousand paragraphs today: love letters to impotent rage and monumental sadness. I wanted to get it down, the wet bloodlust, the surge of adrenaline and bring it on you fuckers you call that obscene. I stood, remote in hand, as the second plane hit the second tower, and someone was screaming no no no god no, and it was me.
I’m all beaten up, defeated.
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