Strange Seasons…
I’ve got blind spots in my past. Months I can hardly remember being me. Cinema memories faded blurrier than a forgettable movie. The sad sequels and counterculture fuzz of my chemically induced days. Lost histories. Strange seasons.
Sometimes they come back. Snippets of experience, the hidden foundations of who I was, who I’ve become. A hint of the skies overhead, the color of autumnal leaves falling from trees, the rough and tumble manners of early twenty-somethings groping through their vague half-decade. Empathy music and swirly heads, waking lives and grinding teeth, restless nights and the rising sun…
A Decade After 9/11 - I No Longer Read Newspapers
So, I dug out these relics of Central Massachusetts history today, to see what historic breaking news looked like the day after it happened.
This is what tragedy looked like in the days before YouTube, Facebook and Twitter - can you imagine there was no YouTube? No social media?
Remember newspapers? I used to have these things delivered to my house.
Ten years ago, we all woke up and read about what happened the day before - and we had to open our front doors to do it.
Now, content posted online over an hour ago is yesterdays news.
Amazing, how the world has changed…
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