Grown Weary

“I had grown weary of outsiders claiming the trauma of that day for themselves.
As a revenge fantasy.
As an excuse for war”

Daniel Drennan ElAwar

The following is from a series of musings on trauma, memory, community, and place. The introduction to the series and beginning essay [link] explains the purpose of this month of entries.

I remember in those days after “the Fall” attending a memorial concert at Lincoln Center.

Beverly Mills gave a little speech.

Classical music was played.

Originating on another continent and from another era.

We are “civilized”, after all.

Which appears to mean voluntarily living in someone else’s past.

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