Xanadu
Wandering around Manhattan with friends, without preparation or a personal agenda, the week after an anniversary that might have included impeding ceremonies, I had only a few minutes to capture a meaningful photo of the 9/11 Monument, failed, and settled for this somewhat austere land/city/sky/scape on the lower west side of Manhattan. Despite the monument’s obvious merits, I wondered about the wisdom of devoting such resources to reinforcing a wound that can never heal. I’ve lived in The New Yorker for half a century, Midtown for a handful of scattered weeks, all after the event, and am not entitled to an opinion.
Pumps cry a river.
Life goes on—no time for grief.
Still, it gives one pause.
Freedom’s just another
Word for nothing left to lose.
We still have plenty.
3 Mar 2022; 13:00 CST; Provia +
209;39;4
Xanadu
Wandering around Manhattan with friends, without preparation or a personal agenda, the week after an anniversary that might have included impeding ceremonies, I had only a few minutes to capture a meaningful photo of the 9/11 Monument, failed, and settled for this somewhat austere land/city/sky/scape on the lower west side of Manhattan. Despite the monument’s obvious merits, I wondered about the wisdom of devoting such resources to reinforcing a wound that can never heal. I’ve lived in The New Yorker for half a century, Midtown for a handful of scattered weeks, all after the event, and am not entitled to an opinion.
Pumps cry a river.
Life goes on—no time for grief.
Still, it gives one pause.
Freedom’s just another
Word for nothing left to lose.
We still have plenty.
3 Mar 2022; 13:00 CST; Provia +
209;39;4