Why is it?

Grief and rage mixed on September 11th.

Two years later, I still had a moment when I gritted my teeth, and felt like I wanted to cry and kill the bastards all at the same time.

Two years.

A long time.

And yet, it still hurts.

I never lost anyone.

I knew people who lost someone.

I never was injured.

I know some of the injured.

I was never affected directly.

I was definitely affected vicariously.

As always, in shining bold, stands a single word: Why?

Until then, I will feel murderous and weep.