This time, 9/11 won't be the death of us

So many unrequited loves, so many kids playing with toys, so many lives... lost. Ten years ago, nothing seemed to be wrong in New York, but something was. And it was scary, terrifying, tormenting. So many things were lost, so many died without fulfilling their goal in life... It was a game, but this time, the good character lost. And he lost a big fortune - people's lives. And not just a few, hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands.

Maybe this time, we'll make the right movement. Maybe this time somebody will become a singer after years of pain and torture,  crawling to the top and auditioning every once in a while... Maybe somebody will end up on a stage, this time, to take a bow and receive a standing ovation. Maybe. Maybe we'll live after ten years, with safety in our hearts. Or maybe not, because we've seen already that we can be brought down. We can collapse. We can die. We, we are not eternal. We are infinite.