Friday, October 21, 2005

Temporal Hell

So, a quick post about an instance when I felt myself trapped in demonic time. 9/11. My good friend Scott calls and wakes me up to tell me of the first plane hitting the World Trade Center. I don't believe him at first, and he has to insist that I turn on the television before I do. The rub is, he's shooting (he's a fashion photographer) in the city, tells me don't worry, he's close to where it happened but is fine and will send some photos of the incident. Says he'd call me as soon as he gets home with updates. Ten minutes after I hang up the phone the second plane hits. An hour passes. Then another. Another... I call. Circuts are jammed. Again, I call. Same result. I call at odd hours, no love. I try his home phone on Long Island. Nothing. I worry. Two days later I get a call. He's fine, just forgot he said he'd call. Hellish couple of days.

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