Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.
arthur conan doyle
unlike most of america, i slept through it all.
sad but true: by the time i dragged my lazy ass outta bed at around eleven PDT on that ill-fated tuesday morning and flipped on the tv, it was all over but the endless replays.
which, in retrospect, is why i think i managed to retain some objectivity even as i watched in slack-jawed horror as the towers dropped over and over again in slow motion on my television screen. observed repeatedly and ex post facto, the only thing my architecturally-trained brain could think was, "wow--looks like every controlled demolition i've ever seen."
dismissed that as crazy, of course--until later, i saw the buried WTC 7 footage [i.e., the almost-ignored building that wasn't hit by an airliner on that godawful day but nevertheless obligingly and impossibly disintegrated in exactly the same way as the twin towers], and connected the dots for myself.
