Friday, October 08, 2004

I dont really know how to start this. I'm thinking of last night, after i finally walked out because i couldnt watch the news anymore, how walking down the street you could hear the news still pouring out of the open windows. If i listened closely i probably could have heard an unbroken stream of reports and commentary. Mostly just about how no one knew anything. When they first kept trying to insist that it might have been a mere gas explosion, i wanted to start throwing things. Because you see in their eyes that the reporters are thinking the same thing that everyone else is thinking, "Obviously it was a terrorists, but please for the love of god let it be something else...gas explosion, mob hit, aliens invading, anything, i dont care just not another one."

If i'd started writing last night this would probably be more interesting, more full of emotion, but right now it's all just coming down and life is already back to normal. phone calls, plans, eating. The frustration and the anger and the drinking and the chain smoking ended sometime in the night. Forgotten until the early morning when the phone calls asking if you're ok. Then more television, until finally people start to wander off, remembering that there's something that needs to be done. the tv can wait. the news will be on later. it always is.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, Dozza. Glad to hear youre OK. Are family and friends OK too?

Thinking of you,

October 9, 2004 at 3:19 AM  
Blogger ~d~ said...

hey Alex, everyones ok, thanks. i see john howards being praised in Haaretz today.

October 9, 2004 at 12:25 PM  

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