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| Saturday, September 22, 2001 |
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Writing off to war 
| | There were the unfathomable, even beautiful, pictures of the planes penetrating the towers, then the magnificent plumes, then the heaving and condensing of the buildings themselves -- they seemed to drip away -- but not many pictures from the ground. There were few instant images of the carnage -- the iconic twisted steel, bloody people, and terrible screams that have become standard in a terrorist attack. |
| | It was this very lack of information that began to hint at the truth: No screams are worse than screams. |
| | Hard to read and harder to stop. |
| | We'll be seeing a lot more of it. |
Equiknocks
| | So now Fall begins and night outlasts day for the next half-year — at least in the upper half of the world. |
| | It's still dark here. I fell asleep with the creepy sense that we have hardly seen the last attack on the U.S. We are a wide-open, trusting society. One determined creep could so easily derail a train or poison a water supply. Worst thought: What if they have a nuke? If Pakistan falls to the Taliban, they will. |
| | Howard Mohr used to have a routine on A Prairie Home Companion where he played the proprietor of a "Worst Possible Scenario" service. Now we know there are committed crazies determined to deliver exactly that. And it's no joke. |
| | Of course, this is how terrorism works. Its purpose is to terrify. We can't let it get to us, even though it clearly does. |
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