I live in Tribeca.

I run nearly every morning. Sometimes, I run on the West Side Highway and sometimes downtown on the path next to the river through Battery Park.

This morning on my morning run I ran into the Tunnel to Towers run in Battery Park.

It affected me greatly.

Without a thought, I just joined them. My body just knew.  


I ran the last half.

You can't imagine the support from all over New York and New Jersey-- firefighters, schools, police, families, those who were there that day-- to honor Stephen Siller.

How easy it is to forget, to put it in the back of your mind.


So, again--

I live in Tribeca. 

I live 5 blocks from the site.

After the run,


I walked through the crowd, just stood there, stared at it, and cried. 

World-- why?

that's it, it's split it won't recover
just frame their halves and call them brothers
find their fathers and their mothers
if you remember who they are
over and over they call us their friends
can't we find something else to pretend?
like nobody won and we're safe at the end
in the darkness the film machine's spinning so let's leave it on
we'll be out in the street before anyone knows that we're gone
that's it, it's split - it can't recover
just frame their halves and call them a whole
and chip at the bricks and fill up your pockets
with the pieces of the wall that you stole
the hunt is on, everyone's chasing
everyone's chasing a shot
a shot rings out, nobody wants it
nobody wants it to stop
that's it, it's split - it won't recover
just frame their halves and call them brothers
find your fathers and your mothers
if you remember who they are
if you remember,
if you remember,
if you remember who they are
-j.d and r.s.