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The ride home today was very strange. There was an eerie silence throughout the streets that was as audible as fustrated motorists in gridlock during rush hour. There was definitely an air of something different today. People went home earlier, they were more afraid to make eye contact. The people in the malls spoke in a hushed tone. Even the neighbourhood dogs did not bark.

The indescribable horror that befelled New York City definitely shocked everyone. I cannot speak for others, but I definitely saw the world in photographic pictures. Each time I turned my head, I was trying to remember everything around me. The grass seemed greener, the dying flowers seemed more resilient to the coming autumn. Even the cars appeared to be less aggressive.

Much like Pearl Harbour, the assasination of JFK, and Tienanmen Square, we as a generation today have grown older. We can no longer be young and naive, and I think this is the biggest tragedy. More than the loss of life, the loss of our innocence today hurts. We're more weary of strangers, more protective of our personal space, and much less inclined to trust others.

My initial reaction to the tragedy was stupid. I tried re-affirming my seeming invincibility by riding like to lunch like my pants on fire. Excessively speeding through lunchtime traffic. I don't know, I had to clear my head, and the best way I knew how was by concentrating through high speeds.

However, the ride home was totally different. I took my time and enjoyed the weather. I pleasured in the absolute synchronicity of my bike while I made effortless lane changes and instant throttle response through traffic. I know this sounds totally stupid, but it was my way of coping with the loss of my innocent virginity, my once unwavering belief that human, and humanity was good. Today, that belief was shaken, and now I have seen true evil.

...Today, a little part of me died. posted by losir at 10:09 PM