Greetings,
Publishing a zine is an imprecise affair, but once an issue is finished you generally try to get it out there. Not so with the last one. I sat on #33 for a month, having picked it up from the printer a couple of days before two planes tore into the twin towers.
In the weeks that followed, I tried to find a picture of the towers in any of the dozens of rolls of film I’ve shot in recent years.
The closest I came was a shot of my girlfriend eating a sugar-coated doughnut from the Krispy Kreme that used be at the base of the towers. I know the locale, because I remember the day and taking the photograph. The towers themselves didn’t make it into the shot, or any on that roll of film. I never cared much about them. She’d never spent much time in NYC before, and we considered riding an elevator to the top that afternoon, but balked at the price.
I haven’t thought of it as an opportunity lost until now, but that’s not what gets me. Five months after the fact, I find I’m still seething with anger and I don’t know what to do with it.

During the CMJ convention-- rescheduled from the week of, to a month after, the attacks, I started to come to terms with the damage done to NYC, my city, and my psyche.
Now, six months later they’ve started finding clusters of victims and the wounds are torn open again. The body count fell to below 3,000 in NYC. More 10 % of them firefighters or police and no matter how you feel about the authorities in general I think you’ve got to respect their commitment and share the pain. But don’t forget the janitors, the secretaries, the kitchen help at Windows, the drones who were just showing up for another stab at the daily grind. ~Jonathan