last nite i watched this flight 93 movie narrated by kiefer sutherland on the discovery channel and innit was actual phone recordings of people calling their loved ones before the plane crashed in that field and i couldn’t sleep all nite because of watching it.
the events of that day have affected my life in a very major way i don’t think i will ever get over it and i’m not trying to start a war over what huge terrible event in the world is most important like starving kids and rwanda i’m just saying that i have mini-panic attacks everytime i see/hear something having to do with september eleventh and yet i can’t stop myself from being obsessed and i have this overwhelming desire to explain to people exactly how i feel about it, not my opinions but how my heart feels like it is going to explode and my body temperature sky rockets and my hands sweat etc and so on, ungh.
anyway i found some pictures jack took in manhattan that day so i’m gonna put them up.
