september

on september 10th, i began to write a short bit about september 11, 2001 for no other reason than i had never done it before. i have almost never talked about that day and i had never put pen to paper in reference to it, so i thought i would try. the effort was a massive failure from the first line. i'm not exactly sure what the over-arching problem is, but it seems likely that i have almost nothing to say about that day. strangely enough, i actually do remember it. i remember so little, but that day -- my thoughts and reactions, i do recall. but they seem so solipsistic. the whole idea of a story about me that takes place on that day... just feels unnecessary. so i probably won't finish writing it. i had to try because i hadn't and it felt important. but much like this blog entry, the result was going to be pointless and empty.