This gallery, though it consists of, is not about the images of September 11th, 2001. Everyone has seen them already - time and again, from near and far, and every angle. And the images of that day certainly should never be forgotten. They are evidence and testimony. They are what makes you and I witnesses. But this gallery is not (directly) about what was seen. Rather, it is about my experience of that horrific day.

It's not much of a story, really. Not when you think of the hundreds of thousands of people - every friend, family member, and colleague - who lost someone who mattered to them that day. Including, for many, themselves. But I didn't know anyone who died on 9/11.

I was not a passenger on a hijacked airplane that day. I was not in an office at 1 or 2 World Trade Center or the Pentagon when a 125 ton aircraft carrying human beings and 1000s of gallons of fuel came slamming through the office walls at over 500 miles per hour. I was not a rescue worker entering the buildings in an effort to save people - I did not see what they saw, I did not hear what they heard, and I did not smell what they smelled. Nor was I in the immediate vicinity of any crash site. I did not see these planes fly into their targets, nor did they even fly over my head.

In fact, until about ten after nine that morning - about five minutes after the second plane crashed into 2 WTC - I was sound asleep in my bed. Three and a half miles away, on the other side of the East River, at my apartment in Brooklyn. A world away from ground zero.