Today is the sixth anniversary of the crowning of the Ground Zero Death Pit where the World Trade Center used to stand.
I have written about that life-changing, world-modifying, event every year since the attack and I have come to gruesomely realize there are some dark pits that no words can ever begin to fill.
There are some wounds that will never callous.
I feel as if I have failed to give that historic, hollow, felling any sense of scope or magnitude with invtented text -- and so I am left to wonder alone what that still-smoldering grave of despair means in the grander semiotic of our lives.
The World Trade Center meant something grand and indescribable to all New Yorkers. It was the ultimate landmark; the immortal milestone. You used the Twin Towers to ground yourself and to orient your being in space in a City that was often overwhelming and always intense.
Unless and until a proper replacement is found to fill that dual spiritual semiotic -- the rest of us will be left to swallow our yearning for the continued loss of two stakes in our miserable lives that once produced definition and comfort in a troubled world.
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