Lilly
Rock n' Roll Doggie FOB
I was settling in for my usual after school milk and cookie when I turned on the TV to see the news of the day (a ritual). As I was dipping my oreo into my ice cold milk and reclining in my Lazy Boy recliner, they announced that a third body was recovered at Ground Zero. They showed it being carried out covered with an American flag surrounded by rescue workers pausing for a moment of silence. The newscaster said there were still a thousand bodies missing in the wreckage. One THOUSAND people are still in there. I couldn't even believe it. I actually cried because of it. It hurt so much to know that there were people IN the twisted steel and chards of glass. I couldn't even finish my cookie, actually I couldn't do a lot. I turned off the television and went to my room to listen to music. It just sits there in the forefront of my mind all of the time that 6,000 people died right there through no fault of their own. And the pain their families must be feeling. It's so incomprehensable. I haven't really had time to sit down and think about it since 9/11 (partly because of my schedule, but mainly because I was scared to think about it more than I already had been thinking about it). Is anybody else still sort of reeling from this, or am I just in need of respectively moving on?
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Taste is the enemy of art.
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Taste is the enemy of art.