I have no idea how to properly commemorate the terrorist attacks of 9/11. There are so many conflicting emotions and memories. All I have to offer today is this rather ambiguous image.
In the hours after the towers fell, thousands of pieces of paper fell from the sky. There were pages from manuals, private correspondence, printed emails, corporate policy statements, stock evaluations, manifestos, and all the other imaginable materials from the daily work life in America. This was the first piece of paper to fall in front of our apartment directly downwind in Brooklyn. It appears to be a part of a page from a dictionary.