Taren, Nick, and I parted from Cyprus, Grant, and Josh after seeing a forgettable movie (The Village). We've begun to go to the Battery Park Theater as a way to support that area's recovery from the World Trade Center attacks. It is still heartbreaking and difficult to be in that area, but it's going to be a long healing process.
It's amazing to me to be inside the World Trade Center Winter Garden now. To remember how devastated the atrium was and to see it now is just disorienting and oddly uncomfortable, even though the recovery is a good thing. The images with the trees are my photos from July, 2004.
Of course, no contemplative day is complete without an evening of idiocy! We popped from G Lounge [or here] to The Monster where we saw real monster boys and real monster penis!
At G Lounge
Dancing at The Monster
Dancing at The Monster
Monster Penis Dancer!
Satisfied-Taren after stuffing some moolah down monster penis panties!
Satisfied-Taren after stuffing some moolah down monster penis panties!
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I work right near ground zero, so I get to see it every single week day. At first, it was a bit daunting, but after being here for over 1.5 years, the feeling is much more numb.
It is strange when you get up close to it though.. there is such an enormous silence. Once you enter the PATH station (yes, sometimes I find myself ending up in Hoboken for various and sundry reasons), the reverence of the tourists caves in to the hustle and bustle of other wall st workers who are just as jaded as I am about seeing the wtc remains every days, if not more so.
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