I was sleeping - that's what I used to do in the mornings when i didn't have to work before Finley. I remember waking to a strange sensation and then going back to sleep. Now I know it was the first plane passing right over the apartment. The phone rang - my friend Jana, who lived in the building "you gotta come outside." These pictures are taken by me with a disposable camera on my corner. There are only five.
Some things I remember...
- a car pulled over on 6th Avenue with the door open, radio blaring the news
- people running up 6th Avneue with ash all over them saying they had been on very high floors - I remember being relieved thinking that everyone must have gotten out (except for those on the planes and floors they hit)
- from the time it took me to walk a tiny skinny block (between the third and fourth picture) one whole tower was gone.
- Without knowing facts or details, I remember thinking that Bush would make War for this.
- I was suddenly chain smoking even though I had quit.
- we stayed huddled together in Jana's apartment trying to make phone calls and watching the news until we couldn't do that anymore
- I left by myself and went to get a slice of pizza around 2pm
- the bars were full - people were drunk like it was 2am - I glanced in the door of one on my way - a woman I knew was sitting on a stool with ash all over her shoes.
- I stayed in the apartment until dark but when Building 7 collapsed, I put my cat Murray in a bag and we headed for the train. The turnstiles in the subways were locked in the open position. There was a bunch of teenagers laughing loud on the train. Grand Central was dark - cops with dogs walking around. Almost interior lights on the train upstate and no ticket taker.
- Craig and I didn't speak much.
- I woke up Sept 12 incredulous - "that did not happen that did not happen that did not happen."
