September 12th, 2001

(no subject)

the subway train was those few people aboard a seat to sit in and contemplate the "Attack on America" article on the front page. I could cross Park Avenue on the green light. Not a taxi in sight. Even the fruit salad cart ont he corner of 53rd and Lex was missing. How strange the city as a semi-ghost town. The buildings seem to be whispering prayers.

Roadblocks in downtown Brooklyn. It took me an hour and a half to get to work. Police. Sad, nonconfrontational New Yorkers.