2001:September:11
2001
I have absolute fear in the pit of my stomach. There is an anthropology catalog on my desk. It is such a symbol. I'm thinking: is this all gone? Is this sweet, beautiful world of buying pretty things and feeling safe over? Are things like watching "Farscape" going to be silly forgotten luxuries? I can't get through to any of my loved ones. The phone lines are all busy, so this is the only thing I can do. I feel both a resignation to the change in all of our lives, a unity with all humans, and fear. What does all of this mean? What would anyone hope to gain?
