a few years ago i went to new york city. . .i was staying on the upper west side of manhatten. . .and taking the subway to brooklyn every other day for theremin lessons. . .but one morning i got on the subway and i rode it toward "ground zero" of the world trade center disaster instead. . .only the train didn't go to world trade center anymore. . .so i got off at the stop before. i walked up the stairs to outside. . .and i saw it. . .the big hole. . .the one you see on tv. . .only it was bigger than i expected. . .it was huge. . .i'm sure i looked like any other world trade rubber necker. . .standing there with my month hanging open at the sheer size of the whole dibacal. i walked around the hole. . .there were some construction machines inside it. . .but no one was working. i don't know how many square blocks the hole is. . .maybe 2, 3 or 4?. . .i remembered seeing those dust clouds blowing down the street with people running horrified while the buildings came down. . .and i bent down and stuck my finger in some dust that was still gathered between a sidewalk and a building. . .it was soft.
i literally live right across the street from where some of the 9/11 hijackers went to school. . .and everytime classes get out and i see college kids going to their cars or getting in taxis. . .i try to imagine the hijackers being just a bunch of college kids standing in the parking lot smoking cigarettes like the kids across the street. . .they look so normal. . .and then i think about that eff'ing hole in new york. . .that is so outside the ordinary it rocked a nation and the world. . .that hole seems so far away from those kids. . .but just as i stand in the dust blowing in off the desert in saudi arabia. . .it was only a few years ago i was poking disaster dust in nyc.