All of us
How quickly all these things disappear, in the universe the bodies themselves, but in time the remembrance of them
Marcus Aurelius
Muslims, Jews, Christians. A Pole, a Turk, a beur, Asians. Accountants, cleaners and students. The motley that makes up a world city, their lives leading them to become a gallery of the dead and missing.
There is nothing to say. "Experts" will fill page upon page with speculation and bullshit founded upon bullshit. Politicians on both sides will find new ways to hate one another, to urge us to die for their big dreams. Dozens of families will weep for their lost sons, their daughters now gone, their fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters now and each year at the same time. Memories fade and pain ebbs away if there is time enough. All that is left is a row of ordinary faces, people you would see every day on the tube or a bus, smiling at us, martyred in causes none of us wants a part of.
posted by Dr Zen @ 2:43 pm
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