I remember watching the World Trade Center crashing and crumbling to the ground from my 12th floor terrace that overlooked the whole city. The plume of smoke could be seen from as far back as Roosevelt Island. I fell to my knees and started to cry because I knew the extent of just how many people worked in those buildings, as I also worked at WTC at certain points of my career. The eerie quiet that ensued the days after were surreal. No hum from the FDR traffic that we are all used to here, on Roosevelt Island was frightening. Jets overhead were the only sounds heard. The silence was humbling and deafening at the same time...
probably in 1989 with "film"
