It gives one a somber and thought provoking outlook when the sun rises on this city of new york on a day like today. it’s september 11th, 2005 - four years after the towers were attacked. I’m sat here after running three loads of laundry through the local laundromat close to my humble retreat, pondering over the time I watched the immediate aftermath caused by the 2nd plane diving into the WTC in my flat in England.

on my way from bunching socks and general foldage, I spotted the ‘Tribute In Light’ memorial over ground zero - two towers of bright light, careening into the night sky in memory of not only the towers they now replace, but allowing us to remember those that we lost on that fateful day four years ago. I remember people telling me how gorgeous the weather was that day - somewhere in the 80’sF, clear blue sky, new york’s residents billowing into their places of work - just like any other day.

I knew when I saw it happen on television in England that I would eventually move here. I know, what was I thinking… something about that day though drew me here. I remember my dear mother ranting at me on the phone when I told her I was moving to new york in a few days, telling me I must be crazy for even contemplating such an idea. irony has a way of showing you a sign, when you least expect it… the night before I left, I heard on the news that a car bomb had exploded outside a local bar - but it was late, the bars were closed, thankfully nobody was around… the point… wherever you are in the world, you will at some level be affected by the definitive lack of humanity that makes up terrorist cells all around the world. what should you do about it?

simple…

live your life as you would any other day. that’s what new yorkers do. they go about their business, not affording the scum of the earth the power to dictate how to live in their own city. one thing I learned (or should I say, was drilled into me via the guys in the royal air force) is that you should try and be vigilant. keep a subconscious eye out for all that is awry. that’s all we can do. I’m sure as hell not going to lock myself in my flat, never to be seen… spouting nonsensical drivel about when the next terrorist attack’s going to take place. this is my home, this great city… and I have a message for those that are driven by their own religious contradictions…

[slowly extends middle finger on an outstretched right hand]

fuck you cowards!

new yorkers are the most resilient people I have ever met, period. strong, kind, passionate about life, forthcoming, honest, caring and sincere. four years ago they stood on the brilliant white sneaker of a people who don’t take too kindly to having their shoes stepped upon… but they’ll continue to get up the next day and clean them again… for this is new york, and tomorrow is another day.

my thoughts go to those lost and their families today, more than any other day, because today someone is reminded it’s the day a loved one was taken four years ago.

my heart bleeds on september 11th.