We all had our 9/11 moments. As the second plane sharked low over the Manhattan skyline, carrying its human cargo to the next life via the fiery portal of WTC1, we all caught a glimpse of what it meant to be here and now. How fragile. How beautiful life was. We scraped our eyes away from the banks of screens in the electrical goods stores. We turned to each other. And we pledged to live more fully. To wake the goddamned hell up and see what was right there in front of us. All over the world, the same conversation iterated itself in every tongue. “God, you know Sharon. Three thousand people evaporated into dust in front of our eyes. It’s made me think. About who I am. And why. Whats my life for? To grind on through this shit-pit commute for another fifty years? Just human cholesterol in the arteries of capitalism? To sleep, eat, log on, punch out, drink, shag and then repeat? Or is there something higher? The author of the article goes on to say that of course if he could change the world he would sacrafice My Chemical Romance and hope they got together through some other chance of fate. But give this a listen...its possibly my favorite album of all time...and its by a band I loathe...its a rock opera that has nothing to do with 9/11 but was inspired by witnessing it, and being able to express what you feel a little more in depth than Well put a boot in your ass for the red, white and blue.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 22:55:19 +0000
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