Our Towers.

There was a sort of odd magic to the Twin Towers. Not to throw aside the horrible loss of life, but I already miss the buildings...because it's what I know. There were a thousand or so days on my walk from Citibank on Wall Street to my classes a block north of the massive structures. It was time spent deciding whether or not to actually go to class (I always did...except that one time). It was a simple daily stop that I never thought much of, but in retrospect played an important role in my hurried routine. There were the Structure and Gap Stores (which oddly had decent clearance racks), the massive escalators leading to the Jersey PATH trains that I would sometimes take to visit friends or the time I went to tour Z100, the Sbarro where I would often eat an early dinner before school, and my favorite little store with the dusty imported candies and terrible flavored coffee that I drank anyway because it was really strong; A place I would have completely forgotten, but in the aftermath of the collapse a quick news clip flashed on my screen showing the dust covered staircase that once led up to that particular shop. In what turned out to be a complex moment of fast forwarding through a million little simple pleasures that I have taken for granted over many years and keeping in mind the 6000 or so people who never got the chance to reflect like this, I stared blankly at my TV...and hurt.

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