TWIN TOWERS FROM BROOKLYN 9-11-01
I woke up to what smelled like burning gunpowder, walking out to the street to see a billowing cloud of dark smoke. Jen called me in to watch the TV. A second plane crashed into the other twin tower on live television. I was supposed to go into the city today, at 100 church street to invoice for some artwork I had done. That's a block away from the twin towers. There was no way to go now, or to know how my co workers are.
We walked the streets of Brooklyn (Jen and I) half dazed. It was bizarre, people walking around like zombies, having walked over the bridge from the city. They looked like ghosts, with face resporators, and chalked clothes. Having witnessed amazing amounts of human carnage.
We walked to the prominade on the edge of Brooklyn. There I took some film of the distorted skyline. We walked along as cops yelled to clear the area. We wore resperators and tryed to call our friends on our cell phones to see if they were still alive, but got no signals.
Every street was blocked all down Flatbush by cop cars and bank armored cars. It looked like a foot race had happened with empty plastic cups strewn across the road, piled high spilling out of garbage cans onto the road. Water handed to the escaping asphexiated masses. I wonder if my boss is alive...I stood on a corner talking to my mom on my cell phone... she was afraid I was at work, she couldn't reach my cell phone because the main phone antennas were in the WTC.
As I stood there the sky filled with paper.
Perfectly singed paper bleaching out the sky. The whole scene was bizarre.
Everyone was looking at the sky with confusion as the paper floated and
fluttered. It looked like a macabre ticker tape parade. Jen picked up
a few of the pieces. We loaded on to a city bus, the swipe was taped up
so it was free, everyone loaded on and we rode home. We were on the outside
looking in.
Just another day in the life of an Art Juggernaut.
-Cojo
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