I don’t really feel like writing anything new in remembrance of 9-11-01 this year; it seems to me that I’ve said it all before, or more precisely, that I don’t have any new insights to offer. So here are links to what I wrote last year on this date:
My story, The City of Dead Works (It’s pretty short, by far the shortest story I’ve ever written.)
Another fictional work for 9-11-01, by James Morrow (Way better than my own effort)
That’s about it. Rememberances, and the continuation of the lives that remain. That’s what there always is, right?
