Numb
September 12th, 2001Like you, I'm numb. My mind is a frozen wasteland. An impenetrable glacier through which all thought is impossible.
This couldn't have just happened. Things like this don't happen. They don't, they just don't.
Like you, I'm numb. My mind is a frozen wasteland. An impenetrable glacier through which all thought is impossible.
This couldn't have just happened. Things like this don't happen. They don't, they just don't.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mike, it's Dad."
"Oh, hi! How are you doing?"
"I'm okay. I just got back home. My office shut early. I'm lucky, I was working in the Long Island City branch today. But I saw the whole thing."