This is from Kid Dynamite's blog, a post he wrote five years ago. Go read the whole thing, it gave me chills.
As we are watching the footage on TV, I ask the guy across from me, "Chris -who else is in that building - Lehman? Merrill?" Chris says "My wife." - try to imagine how that hits you.
Five years ago, some nutbags with box cutters fucked up my country. We've spent the last five years doing a lot of wrong-headed things in the pursuit of other nutbags and their leaders, but it is important to remember the feelings of vulnerability and fear that we all felt on that Tuesday morning. While most of us watched it on TV, some of us walked home through the ash because the subways were closed. While most of us wept for the images and icons that we had lost, some of our friends were getting ready to go to an empty-casket funeral. But for a little while, no matter where we live, we were all New Yorkers.