
And then there was Falling Man, a story about a man with a briefcase that doesn't belong to him, about a woman who won't take the subway anymore, about a performance artist who hangs from elevated railroad tracks and bridges and skyscraper rooftops, to make everyone remember. It's a story about a group of children who search the skies with binoculars, waiting for a man named Bill Lawton, a man who they think is planning to bring another fresh round of airplanes through the clouds to finally destroy the towers. It's about a big empty space where America used to be, filled with intersecting stories of people in isolation, engulfed in white noise, forever altered by a single day.
No comments:
Post a Comment