Watching 102 Minutes That Changed America, and glad I have a glass of wine to hand. If you don’t know, this is a non-narrated 102 minutes of continuous footage edited together from over 500 hours of professional and amateur footage taken on the 11th September 2001, at the World Trade Centre. It’s a chilling, upsetting, unsensationalist piece of work, unlike anything I’ve ever seen, enormously valuable (and the towers haven’t even fallen yet). It brings back shadows of the uncomprehending shock of watching it. In some ways it’s easier, after time. In some ways it’s worse, because on the day, nobody really knew what was happening, not really. The news cameras didn’t catch the falling bodies, the people hanging out of windows to escape the phenomenal heat, eventually falling themselves, the panic of the viewers, who didn’t know whether their own homes and offices were going to be hit next.
Compelling. Horrible. Recommended.
In other news, other news is happening, sort of in the background, in that I can’t announce anythingsort of way. There have been some lovely developments surround Hiram Grange in particular, that make me recommend diving into the previews in issue 5 of Shroud Magazine even more. While nothing is ever certain, this time next year you may be glad to have been there from the start.
Remember then, that I did try to tell you…