“I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it’s in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.”
-Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
this picture is from early 2001 at a party my family went to at windows on the world in the 106th floor of the north tower. it is my mom and my younger sister, who was 9 at the time. my sisters and i took turns leaning against the windows. when i look at the pictures now, i mostly think about the windows being broken and people trying to get to them to jump out. it’s weird how history can make a good memory so sad.
Zoë and Mom at the WTC in 2001. I remember this really well. Robin pretty much summed up how it feels for me to look at this photograph.
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2001. I remember this really well. Robin pretty much summed up how...this photograph.
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