Whenever I would take a cab home at night I had a tradition. I would look out of the back window of the cab and stare at the Twin Towers for as long as I could see them. When they were out of sight I would turn around and reflect on what they meant to me. I had a romantic interpretation of their image, their fraternal twinship. They were different but the same. Just like all of us. And there were two of them, a partnership, a couple, two bold lovers shooting up into the stars.
On September 10th, 2001, I took a cab home. I stared at the Twin Towers for as long as I could see them.
The next time I saw them they were both on fire and filled with people just like you and me, hard working human beings who believed in the American Dream.
What are you going to do about it?