.:] From the Oscar Wilde Journal [:.

No date- b/t 9/11 and 9/15

I can't believe this whole time these two days that I been here I hadn't written extensively on the hijacked planes and the subsequent crashes in to he twin towers of the World Trade Center in NYC, the Pentagon in Washington, and Western PA. All passengers and crew were killed and death in the thousands from the falling of the twin towers...

Death in the thousands
they say
yet
each they died alone
each as the time they were born
whether in fear or with brave face
they each faced death
outright and on their own
they died in the the thousands
I'm told
and each one they died alone
I cry and I will cry
and weep on and on and on
For what else from me can be done?

Today together we'll mourn the thousands
each day we'll mourn alone.
we try and try to make sense
of the lives extinguished and gone
from a world that seemed so right
gone wrong
we'll still find life in dance and song
For we'll live together all our lives
and fear not death alone.

and so now here I am two days in the Heathrow airport... weeping on occasion ... afraid to read the papers and look @ the pictures... somehow its milder to read the updated news on the CNN webpage or perhaps to hear what's going on from the various emails that I'm getting from home. This whole while TK has been my rock. I'm incredible lucky and after recent events I don't ever want to take anything for granted ever again.

Chicago she'd repeated. and then there was a pause I wonder if the other Americans experienced the moment of silence when the confessed their city. Los Angeles. Denver. New York. New York I think would be the hardest. It would be the most painful silence to endure.

I'd finally gotten a shower and been awakened by and Indian fairy godmother. "Would you like to take a shower, love?", she'd said in a graceful British accent. Yes, I felt like a drudgery Cinderella who finally hit the big times...