Description

This story begins at the end. In real life it is sometimes difficult to define beginning and ending but we always begin at the end; which is now. History forgets far more than it remembers. When a major event occurs, everyone can recall what they were doing at the time but most of the story fades and is lost because we begin at the end. Our stories exist only as psychic residue, ghost images that haunt the forgotten spaces. This book is a story about 9/11/2001. This is more than a ghost image, it is a ghost town. Everyone in America played their part; before, during, and after. Everything in this book is true but the names have been changed to protect the guilty. It is part memoir, part incantation. It is an invocation and conversation with voices that speak from the abyss under the scaffolding of recorded history. Perhaps there is something more to learn.