I remember -
Bob Dylan's new album came out that day and "high water" seemed to strike a major chord with me. It conjured up images of people and places falling apart and ideas crumbling like a little row boat trapped in some tempest. There was also a big rush for gasoline and I had the song blaring while I waited in line to fill up my tank. The more I listened to it I figured out that it was mostly about the indignity and insanity of Man. It also created an idea for a short story I wrote in creative writing. I'd like to attach it here for the first time. May not be the place for it. But I don't really think it matters.
Our teacher asked us to write about our point of view either in a story, an essay, or some sort of art. I decided to write a story. You will notice hints of the song "New York" by U2 in it among other things. Please enjoy. Any feedback is lovely. Remember, I wrote this about a week after the tragedy.
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Alpha Ville Under Water
by: Brett A. Evans
I?m a storyteller. For years now I?ve been sharing tales of destruction, rebellion, and evolution. I try to stick with the facts, but truth can be lost in the cross-talk at times. I see things differently. I hear different voices. Different songs. But today, I saw images that will always be burned into my memory. Things that make me want to stay awake, for the nightmares are too much. Today, I saw it coming, I saw it going, and I heard a song that will forever scream in my ears.
It?s a kind of town where you can?t sit still. The mornings come too soon and the nights never end. To coin a phrase: It?s not a city; it?s a state of mind. Freedom, you want it ? you got it. Choices? Hallelujah, you?ve come to the right place. It?s a kind of town where the style changes as fast as the minutes go by. Yeah, but don?t get me wrong. It?s got its problems. Downtown traffic ? gimme some air driver, gimme some air. Late night walks in the park? I think not. Unless you?d like to end up with less than you?d already lost. But there?s one thing that has never been a threat. Water. Sure, it gets rain, but no floods, no high water, nobody floating by on top of their car. Today, that all changes.
Early frosty morning. Air crisp with the buzzes and scuffles of traffic. People (ants) walking down below the line of view of the two largest buildings ever built in man?s creation. World Trade buildings. Finance not flowers. People work in there, bud, no one really knows exactly what goes on ? but it sure is high up there. Today, that all changed.
Air planes. Tools of travel. Necessities of business and vacation. Millions of people use them every day. So why ? why does this day have to be any different. No reasons are given at this time, but the day is different. These planes are different. Low flying air planes. No one in his or her right mind could predict this future. Not the ones with crystal balls or playing cards. No one. These planes, split the sky, tear through the clouds and into our buildings. Finance not flowers kid. These planes tear through the buildings and leave wounds of smoke, glass, and steel. Tomorrow will never be the same.
Yeah, I know that there was more than one place that was struck by maniacs in these hi-jacked air planes ? but with total respect, I was not there, and those are not my stories to tell ...
In a New York Minute there are cameras, telescopic lenses, journalists, press, government officials, screams, rants, raves, running, and a flood. A flood that washes away our feeling of security, our hope, our faith, our calm way of handling problems. High water way above our heads now. People drowning in a flood of their own livelihood, their own blood, their own town. King Kong never did the damage that these onslaught of planes caused.
Hours (more like centuries) go by, and the water keeps rising. Those wounds split open every vein of the building with fire and brimstone. We?re talking unholy stuff, bud. You sit there watching the TV thinking of how it feels. I felt the heat, the dust, and the smoke. I heard the song. Remember? That devil tune that will forever be ringing in my ears. The song of a thousand unheard cries. Under that rubble, confusion, and pieces of broken spirits ? there were voices. Calling out, singing for freedom.
What next? Wait for the flood to pass. Flowers on the side of the road, now remember the Towers of finance. Candles for each person lost. Hell, I thought the city was going to burn down from all of them. Flags with stars and stripes drape over rescue workers. All in the name of Love.
Now, we have to rebuild. We can?t let our town go on hold forever. Revenge? Maybe, who knows? War? We don?t need it. What is it good for? Don?t take my word for it though, mister - I?m just a storyteller.
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Thank you,
- The Zoocifer -
The line that kept going thru my head first and most was the beginning of SBS (I can't believe the news today) and Lennon's line "I heard the news today, oh boy." 
