The Eleventh Of September; Twelve Years After The Destruction Of Our Ignorant Innocence

Twelve years ago today I woke up, still ‘intoxicated’ from the night before, to my mother coming into my room saying, “Wake up, we’re under attack.” I remember lifting my head to the window and pushing the curtain aside to see what was going on outside. I saw nothing. I turned on the tv to see that a plane had flown into the world trade center and it was burning. I watched for a bit to see live when the second plane hit. It was in that moment that I remember this invincible feeling I had my entire life sucked out of my body. ┬áThe world stood still for me in that moment. Continue reading “The Eleventh Of September; Twelve Years After The Destruction Of Our Ignorant Innocence”