There's a documentary on TV, as I write, about 9/11. Not a surprise, but a timely, emotive reminder of everything I was feeling exactly a year ago. NOTHING like this has ever effected me as much, despite being a foreigner, with no friends or family involved. I was just a watcher.

I abhor schmaltz and the manipulation of human feeling. But in my middle-class, educated, privileged life, I am a perfect example of what the western world produces and embraces. I've never felt like that before. I don't mean to try and turn this into a "me" thing, at all. But because it was New York, the physical representation of everything that our lazy, decadent, but fun (bad word. still works) society is about.

My thoughts are with everyone who has been touched by September 11th, 2001. Everyone.