(zero) … In three months you’ll be a thing of the past. Maybe six. I’ll miss seeing you across the river, burning red, glowing red, when the sun goes down… … …
(one) … … Why did they have to pick this spot? Who will pay two million dollars for bridge noise? Your fucking name needs to never fucking come to mind again when I run past this spot they picked for God knows what unfortunate reason…. … … Now, there is a true artist. I wish I had the courage to talk to him. I’d like to see his sketchbook. I would buy it from him. Chances are he wouldn’t part with it…
(two) … … … Can’t wait to smell you in January, when everything is frozen but your scent… … There you are. I love how you twist all the way up. What a joy to have seen your graceful twist rise up from the ground, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by… … …
(three) … … Proud and passionate city! Mettlesome, mad, extravagant city!… I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life… … …
(four) … … I don’t know what it feels like to lose a son, but I certainly know what it feels like to lose a friend, a soul mate, and a lover. I love you, Larry… … And my cousin, firefighter engine two thirty five: we miss you, every single day. All of them are missed every single day. And these are not just names that we read… … …
(five) … … How long did it take to remove all the debris? When did this start to look this way? So manicured. Nothing like the East side…
(six) … … All that glitters is not gold. Never fall in love again with someone incapable of loving you back…. … All, absolutely all that glitters is gold…
(seven)… … I need to stop doing this. A truck will hit me one day. Pause for a second and wait….
(eight) … … We want to have an America that will have no sense of insecurity and which will make it possible for all groups, regardless of race, creed, or color to live in friendship. To be real neighbors. I wish I could have met you. I’d like to think I honor the vision you once had of what life in this place is supposed to mean…. (home)
September 11.
8.14 miles.
76 minutes.