I'm not big on memorials--I find that the memories come in their own idiosyncratic, organic way, and I'm OK with just that. But the 9/11 lights are beautiful, and the other night I was out on the fire escape, having completely forgotten the dates, and I looked up and saw the light hitting the clouds. At first I thought it was some fantastical moon event, but on following the beams down I realized what it was. Its one of the best public art pieces I've seen, standing simultaneously outside its own descriptive purpose, and deeply within it.
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