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...seen far lesser problems create a mob scene among New Yorkers, but no more. We are still counting our blessings and, I think, we realize that public complaint about insignificant matters isn't just out of order, it's unacceptable. What if the woman across the aisle is a survivor from Cantor Fitzgerald...
...call poison control. An Atlanta flight attendant was so afraid to fly, he called in a bomb threat to his own airline. One woman who escaped her World Trade Center office was worried she was not feeling things enough; so she got a tattoo on her wrist, a survivor's code, to help her remember what pain felt like. The tattoo reads...
...cruel, today. Our metaphors have expired. Pleasure seems mocking and futile. The language that artists, comedians, storytellers and actors use to explain us to ourselves now seems frivolous, inappropriate or simply outdated. Entertainers in every field are in a crisis of relevance, caught up in a nationwide feeling of survivor's guilt, unsure whether their work has a place in the new reality. "I don't know if my writing right now is adequate to the time," says playwright Jon Robin Baitz. "I'm not going to write until I feel that's no longer an issue...
Certainly, too, it's hard to look the same way at reality shows' life-and-death metaphors for our everyday worries. Survivor made personal and business relationships into a wilderness struggle. But now that our everyday concerns are life and death, it's the metaphors that look trivial. You don't need Fear Factor to put an edge on your humdrum existence when you've seen 110 stories of steel permanence collapse, twice. Says a network programmer who asked not to be named: "When we look back, we'll be able to say that people [lost] interest in reality shows...
Everyone who witnessed the devastation, in person or on television, became, in his or her own way, a survivor. Each of us will live out the rest of our lives with the terrible memory. Someone came into my living room and has killed a part of me. NOEL MONTRUCCHIO Ghent, Belgium...