Thwack thwack thwack thwack ... the Twin Towers coming down got played across TV again in the last couple of weeks, as the 14th anniversary of 9/11 came and went. Not much of a run. Fourteen is not much of an anniversary. Fifteen will get a bit of a lift, but 10 was the big one, the year that many said goodbye to the 9/11 era, to the absent towers' long shadow. There won't be a fresh reckoning with the memory until 2026, the big 25. By then, no one under 30 will have much of a memory of the event, and those whose adult lives were really getting started at the time will be coming into view of retirement, if retirement still exists. But 14 amidst all that is not much, and so the footage was brief, a veronica, an imprint of the Moment itself.
Didn't matter though, because even a few seconds of it reminds one how hard it is to assimilate these images. The planes going in, and an hour after each hit, each tower coming down, 10 floors per second, speeding as they went, and then the smoke and ash unfurling in the streets and gathering speed, engulfing those cameras still in place to see it. No amount of talk about how many more lives can be taken by boring bombing runs, etc, correct though they are, can change the impact of that horror.