train will stop at Bleecker."
have read that amputees continue to feel phantom sensations long after
their limbs are gone. Like an
itch they can't scratch. Or
an ache they can't soothe. Or
a pain that won't heal.
are three stops south of Bleecker on the 6 line of the New York subway
system: Spring, Canal, Brooklyn Bridge.
But today you can't get to them, at least not by train. Not really by any other form of transportation either.
Large swaths of lower Manhattan have been cordoned off.
of course, some of it is just gone.
still hurts. I can't stop
myself from looking up as I get off the subway.
And all I see is a cloud of thick white smoke where the New York
skyline used to be.
I get into the office, attendance is sparse.
Most people are huddled around in small groups, exchanging facts
and stories. Everybody has
something to say. Everybody
has been affected. What
strikes me the most are the people who don't make it in today.
And I have to wonder if they are grieving for someone in
particular, or mourning everything in general.
My thoughts go out to them.
are the lucky ones.
is, understandably, not much real work going on in the office today.
Those of us with clients spend most of the time on the phone or
email placating and reassuring that projects will still be done on time.
Everybody is very understanding.
Everybody is still in shock. And
although this day is strange, slow, unproductive, the message is clear: we
will maintain our path, stay on schedule, honor our promises.
We will move on from this.
have maintained my moratorium on news media.
Not that I think it will go away if I ignore it.
I just can't deal with reliving those moments over and over.
I can't deal with listening to beautiful, well-coifed, studio-bound
talking heads tell me what a tragedy this is.
I don't even want to begin thinking about what this means for our
country, our immediate future. I
can't seem to get my mind beyond New York City.
Or off yesterday.
my conscious avoidance, I do manage to catch one headline as I ride the
subway back home today. It is
from the Op Ed section of the Wall Street Journal.
A man sitting across the aisle is reading it. It is so true, I almost cry.
saw it all. And then I saw
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