It's not easy, though I'm sure that that goes without saying. I would like to direct you to my roommate's site , where he offers up his perspective on last week. It's well worth your time to check it out. I listened to nothing but news radio at work on the eleventh, and CNN was a constant presence in my life from that night through the early morning of the thirteeenth. I needed something to relax me, and I knew that I wasn't going to find much of that in the outside world.
Most rock music is still hard to listen to.
David S. Ware's Surrendered has been getting a lot of play on my bedroom stereo recently. Without sounding overly pretentious here, I feel as though the events of last Tuesday arouse feelings in me that words cannot express, and so music without words is about the only thing that I can find to reflect that emotional state. After work today, I turned down Avenue A from 14th towards the Raven, hoping to get some writing done. Rick Moody , a writer whose work I admire greatly, has a piece in the new Salon where he touches on the role that creative people need to play in times of crisis. It's given me a lot of food for thought, and has thankfully helped me out of a brief self-pitying state that I have absolutely no business being in at a time like this.