Still in this home-town city, trying to fathom to at least some
degree the collateral shock.
Intangible insecurity has been resident with any of us living in the
nuclear age. Growing up in this potential target world capital you
don't think "duck and cover," you think "escape." High-rise living,
you look for the exits and adits. We live here in rather small
spaces, but with doors, if not always windows. Wide open spaces can
even induce agoraphobia in tall-city dwellers.
The people trapped at the World Trade Center today have no doors,
they've collapsed. And they're trapped. Those who got out pushed the
doors farther but the doors are still there, for all of us.
We may think how far we need to flee, if we flee. A scared fifteen
year old wants to go half-way to Canada. Or we may feel fatalistic
and want to stay put, not cross any bridges or tunnels. Some people
are going in deeper and they're very brave.
People want to do something and go to donate blood to replace the
blood shed. What can we do?
A friend was called for trauma triage for wall street commuters
getting off ferries in New Jersey. None of them wanted to talk, just
get home.
I no longer live here, though my heart, mind and family reside here
still, especially now. I have a car downstairs (it works) and think
when I'll be ready to leave. Does anyone need a ride?
Kathy
