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This day still feels so strange. If anything, it feels stranger every year that I'm away from the city (wow, it's 5 now). There's a huge memorial service going on right outside my office building. In New Lenox, IL. I know this is something that happened to everyone, not something that New Yorkers (and Washingtonians) own, but it still sticks in my craw to see "never forget" all over Facebook. First of all, UM I WON'T. Second, I worry that we are remembering the wrong things and actually are forgetting the lessons that could potentially unite people instead of categorizing them. Ugh. I feel like this is a college English essay rather than a real representation of how I feel. And 14 years later, anything that viscerally puts me back in that day makes me sweat, gets my heart beating hard and fast, dries out my mouth and makes me feel like I'm locked inside my body. That part hasn't changed much.