I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve gone to bed telling myself that the towers are still there, standing in the dark. How I’ve imagined everyone safe at home, sleeping or arguing with their significant others about who’s going to take out the trash or walk the dog. This is the first year I’ve really felt the distance from that day. I feel the 10 years and it feels like a long time. Not so strangely, however, it doesn’t hurt any less. If anything, in some ways, it only hurts more.
[Photo scanned from the incredible Here is New York: A Democracy of Photos]