Up until this weekend, the terrorist attacks seemed too surreal to be true. As if I were watching a Bruce Willis movie, and I was expecting good to prevail and the bad guys to get their justice in the end. Over the weekend, Mo and I spent a lot of time wandering around the city. From our apartment in Herald's Square all the way up to the Upper East Side and Central Park, and back down to Union Square and Greenwich Village. I've seen so many makeshift vigils and posted signs of missing people that it does feel like a war.
People pause and read the postings carefully, even during the busy morning rush.
The colour photocopies with the smiling pictures, the black and white grainy photographs drive home the fact that real people who were just trying to do their jobs and live their lives, are missing and lost due to the attacks. The largest memorial I've seen so far was at Union Square. The park was packed with people solemnly paying their respects. Thousands of candles were lit everywhere you turned. On the ground was a huge length of paper, filled with people's words of sorror, fear, regret and gratitude.