9/11 in New York
To live in New York is to live with the memory woven into daily life. It’s in the firehouse plaques, the fading murals, the names etched in stone. It’s in the way strangers become neighbours.
On the night of September 11, 2001, I was seventeen, sitting on the couch in Perth with my mum. We were watching Rove Live when the program cut away to breaking news. It was 9:30 at night and Sandra …
