my friends: “brian if you’re feeling restless you should try podcasts, it’s like having funny coworkers”
me: *turns on 9/11 episode of Last Podcast On The Left, stares into middle distance for much of the workday, broken*
my friends: “brian are you familiar with white noise”
Two weeks from now, I’m visiting New York for the first time in five years. I intend to make a solo trip to the National September 11 Memorial & Museum. Is it perverse to admit that I’m motivated by experiencing whatever feelings well up while standing on the site of a historic, globally-recognized atrocity? Not sure I’ve done any sightseeing at one of those before. Tourrerism.
The museum at Ground Zero tells the dark story of the 9/11 terror attacks with spectacular artifacts and exhibits. It pays heart-wrenching tribute to the innocents and heroes killed that day.
I have an idea: if the government won’t fund a site meant to honor such a memorial, I guess that means we’re the ones who should! Do away with the unsettling, morbid gift shop, make the memorial fully donation-funded, and let’s see how long us true Americans keep the lights on.
The 9/11 museum’s absurd gift shop
I walk past fire stations every day, but yesterday morning I took a moment to read some of the plaques memorializing those who made the “ultimate sacrifice.” Even though each plate differs only in name, the image of six heavy bronze plaques retains a lot of strength.