from John M. Ford's poem 110 stories about the twin towers falling:

That's got to be a rumor, but who's sure?
The Internet is stammering with noise.

these two stories are mine, or i am theirs, or something.

groggy, listening to morning radio, what? what? they must be joking. run upstairs to the computer, try to load cnn. try again. hit reload again, as it dawns on me that cnn doesn't go down unless it's from overload, and if cnn isn't resolving, then millions of other people are doing the same thing as i am and something. is. wrong.

hell; i haven't cried about this in months. but now i am. if you're up for it, go read the poem.