On this day, one year ago, at around 7 pm, I took a dull pencil and scribbled out the most horrible looking-thing I could.
I usually draw things that are cute and colorful, so drawing horrible things is not the most natural thing for me to do.
I felt so horrified, so full of fear, sadness, and anger, I felt I had to draw something that would reflect my feelings.
It is not a particularly good drawing, but it is a very emotional piece to me. To this day, I still do not enjoy looking at it, because it just brings back too many memories. You can find it in my archives if you want, but I am not going to link to it.
My feelings and memories, painful as they are, are petty and trivial compared to those of the New Yorkers, and people from around the world who actually lost loved ones on that faithful day.
The date of September 11th will always hold special meaning for all who experienced the chaos, in one form or another.
It is a day that will never be forgotten.
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