I don't want to talk about it.  I never want to talk about it.  Except that as I was walking home from the subway (I cut out early from exhaustion, especially since my work day starts at 7:30 tomorrow morning), I looked at the sky and remembered the gorgeous day it was five years ago. 

When they show the burning North tower, some of that smoke is made up of the ashes of people I knew.  Don't tell me to get over it, but don't show me the smoke over and over again either.

I won't forget what it looked like if I live a thousand years.