Jessica

An extract from an old e-mail from an old friend. I once again found it particularly relevant to a time where our leaders look confused and bombs seem to have the answers.

"The night of September 11, I walked into my family room and saw my mum watching television, seeing the plane crash into the tower on television in the early hours of morning. But it never happened. My mum didn't know until the next day. I'd dreamt it all. I had felt so detached from the world. I was at a point in my life where I hated myself, if I were threatened with death, I wasn't not sure I would feel fear, wasn't sure if I could. And I didn't. Not fear, nor agony, not pain, or empathy, just a slow, internal twisting of the future, a barbed wire rope of premonition, clawing me apart from the inside out. Reality broke free of the shadows of deliverence we'd been living in. There would be no deliverence. The world would gradually crumble to reveal a burning, wall of hell around us. Deliverence was forsaken. We did this to ourselves. And we would suffer for it."