I was in Brooklyn, watching the towers burn right across the river from us. I saw thousands of people covered in white ahes walking over the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges into our little neighborhood after the towers collapsed. [Thank jeebus I did not see that in person, bad enough with the the burning towers, which made me wretch right there on the sidewalk]
I smelled "everything". For days, weeks, the smoke filled traveled across the river right into our loft.

Sorry I vented here, I just could not bring myself to write about any of it in my journal today.