What are your personal memories of September 11th?
I remember feeling 'housed. Shook. Got.
I remember not so much wanting to turn someplace into a glassy expanse as feeling frightened of others whose grief spurred them to invoke nuclear parking-lot dreams.
I remember thinking that everything that had gone to hell in a handbasket the previous November and December, by comparison, was going to make me look like an cockeyed optimist in the years to come.