h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The sound of fighter jets overhead is becoming quite unnerving.

I have only begun to feel the full reality of what happened yesterday. I cannot say that I am overcome powerfully by grief or anger or fear, but only now do I realize that, never having stood in, on, or before the World Trade Center, I never will. And I have only been to New York City twice in my life. Some of my friends have never been there at all.

I realize now that the face of war has been changed forever. I realize now that I am scared for the guys in my class, scared that a mandatory draft will be started in the event that war does break out. I am scared of biological warfare.

I still wish for a return to my naiveté. I don't want to see any more pictures of the explosions, to hear about people jumping out of buildings to avoid being burned to death, to hear about panicked cell phone calls from the plane crash victims minutes before they died.

And quite ironically, although I consider myself an artist, I find myself unable to produce anything meaningful enough to communicate the sense of loss and fear I feel.