tell me about despair, yours, and i will tell you mine.

the weather in new york today is perfect for the occasion. it's rainy, and very windy. it sets a sad mood for a sad day.

i made two observations this morning which were both unique (to my thought process), though i'm surprised i hadn't already covered that territory:
1. 9/11 changed the way generations of kids could/would lead their lives, especially those of us who graduated high school in 2001. when the planes hit the towers, i was in my girlfriend's bed studying for my first collegiate chemistry test. when i found out, i'd just come from said chemistry test. i'd barely had a taste of adulthood yet, and this thing happened that injected FEAR into everyone. i still fight against fear every day of my life--a fear of a different kind, mostly, but i always find myself asking: what the fuck are you so afraid of?
2. because of that fear, i swore i'd never move to new york city.

nothing groundbreaking or particularly inspirational, but it's on my mind. it's not something i'll ever forget about, as it affected me deeply, and 9/11 is always a weird day in this city. i think, like last year, i'll go check out the tribute in lights and focus my thoughts where they should be, and hope it passes as quickly as possible.