I wrote the Monday Movie Review on Saturday. I have been trying not to think about today’s date. Of course, log onto any blog and boom, there it is. Five years. Five. Fucking. Years.
I can write for hours about the day, about the surrounding days, about the people who lost people, the people who were going to be there and then weren’t, the fear, the horror, the smoke.
I could write about my profound resentment at my city being used as a prop by a president who hates it and its values. How I can’t even stand to hear him pronounce “September the eleventh.”
But for me, this is a personal and painful day, a phantom limb that aches, and I’d just rather not.
