- excerpt SEPTEMBER 10TH
"The paper in the vinyl folder with the embossed logo is so clean and crisp. He pages through the Welcome book, studying the lists—restaurants, shopping, attractions, room service, places of worship. Places of worship like the plaza downtown, an altar of human sacrifice, the toxic dump of humanity mangled among the remains of the supreme excesses of architecture. The World Trade Center. Man created it. Man takes it away. There is no God to blame here. Not that he ever thought there was one but now he’s sure and strangely takes comfort in the fact. On TV is the wreckage of the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. They say there were heroes aboard but Brian wonders if fighter jets shot it down, considering the fact that it was targeting the White House. He draws a map, connecting the cities—Boston, New York, Newark, Alexandria, D.C.—with the field in Pennsylvania slightly in the distance, the only plane that was so far off course from its appointed destination. Again he pulls the curtain aside and realizes it’s the middle of the night. A lone man is crossing the median where the little hut for the Army Recruiting Station is located. Lights. Camera. Action. Bang! You’re dead."
- excerpt SEPTEMBER 10TH
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"What catches his eye are dogs in various stages of dress, a Chihuahua with a baseball cap, a poodle with thigh high leather fringe, a mutt in a pair of Sponge Bob slippers and a pit bull with lots of piercings. They seem to pause when they pass as if taking the turn on a runway. Thoughts of nabbing a pet can’t be suppressed but he isn’t so interested in the fashion victims but the homeless ones who seem naked and confused, hungry and without hope and who nervously plow through piles of garbage precariously strewn curbside. Their pace is faster and they zigzag back and forth, taking life on the diagonal unlike their entitled counterparts who walk with dignity, bodies erect while they slowly savor the decay of the street as would their owners at the sight of a plate of Bélon oysters and glass of Taittinger’s Champagne." |
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