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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, September 13, 2001

See, I heard yesterday that the hijackers were only using knives, and that piece of knowledge clicked into the puzzle in my head quite nicely. Before then, nothing had made sense. It was not a sensible terrorist attack, though it very successfully created terror. They could have used supplementary technology to make the attack much worse, if all they wanted was to hurt the US.

But if this was some sort of ritual, cultish action, with no other purpose than to be a strike and a cleansing suicide, then it starts to come into perspective.

The information that the hijackers, in some recording the powers that be have, speak only English, and without accents, also adds to the mix.

(Don't I have anything else to talk about? Have I been thinking of anything else since midnight last night? Not really. My thoughts roam on brief journeys out from the centre - I watch Memento, an excellent movie; I read a bit of Dune; I study some German for the test today; I have a conversation that does not include this event. However, my brain still turns this in the back of my mind, and when the distraction is finished with, it returns to the front. It torments me because it is something so huge, so vital, and it doesn't make sense. But slowly, piece by tiny piece, things start to come together in a way that, while it does not deliver comprehensibility yet, suggests that it might occur.)

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