Not much else I can add that isn’t already said.
The collapse of the I-35W bridge
Before trying to rest, I’ve been trying to get a mental picture of who’s OK and who’s been accounted for in the I-35W bridge collapse.
Getting word of it here in Toronto from an old friend who hadn’t phoned me in a long time was jarring and at first a little confusing to my brain. “What is she talking about?” I puzzled.
After the confusion re-focused on what she was explaining, it felt like the motions of September ’01 all over again. How I deal with close-to-home disaster hasn’t changed: I choked up, and hurriedly fumbled over the number pad, trying to call who I could, and when I got word of those who I phoned that they were safe, the choke would break into a sob.
Those I know who are accounted for include: svairini, maatnofret, ethel, autodidactic, typenik, and a few others who I know aren’t involved with LJ.
Those who come promptly to mind who don’t seem to be accounted for (and maybe I’m just slow on the uptake, and they’ve moved elsewhere) are djnoise [confirmed OK], maatnofret‘s housemate/friend Claire, and other people from the waste.org days. I know it’s been a long time, but if they’re still in the area, someone please tip me to it. Thanks.
Being here harbours a feeling of helplessness. Short of blood donation, there isn’t a lot else one could do at this point, damage being done as it has. My psychogeographic memory of Minneapolis must be redrawn, and that might take a lifetime for me — slower so since I’m not there any longer.