Twentieth Anniversary

On September 11, 2001, I lived in lower Manhattan, one block away from the World Trade Center. I wrote a long letter to friends about what had happened to me that day: if you’re interested in my experiences very close to the center of the tragedy, you can read that letter here.

Twenty years later, my interest in wallowing in the worst day of my life is minimal. Moving on has meant finding context for it, both politically and personally.

One of my first attempts to do that came in the summer of 2004, when I tried to make sense of what it meant to live in the neighborhood that most of the world called Ground Zero. Carrying a coin and a camera, I took 48 random walks through the financial district, discovering where chance might take me and stumbling into some hidden beauty. Walk with me.

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