I was living in Seattle and working night shifts, so sleeping through the day.
A friend came over and woke me up at some point and just said, "Turn on the news." a dozen times as I was not awake and kept asking why he was there.

I remember sitting on my knees on the floor and saying, "This must be some accident. No one would do this on purpose," when the news was questioning if it was an attack.

Then the 2nd plane hit and I knew I was wrong.


I remember there were spontaneous candle vigils just randomly around town for a while. Like on the light post in a parking lot. Just a little 'Murica shrine on the sidewalk next to an abandoned building... stuff like that.
I remember that despite not feeling like it was a thing I would do, that I stopped at a few of them and did what I can only describe as have a moment of silence.

and yeah... feels like it was last week.