Standing in Line For Each Other
I was on my way to work when my mom called and asked if I'd seen the news.
Then I did. It was still a freak accident at that point. Some navigational error. . . terrorism was still just a question, a long shot hypothesis.
And then the other plane hit. And then the other plane hit. And then the other plane crashed.
And suddenly, everything felt very important and very superficial all at the same time. I went into work, but they closed the store. I remember there was an irate customer, furious that we weren't open. After all