Lileks demonstrates once again why he's the best writer on the web today, as he describes a walk to and from downtown Manhattan:

Walked with my editor a ways until he had to head towards home. Said goodbye and marched south, down to the hole in the sky.

Late Saturday afternoon, almost five. Hundreds of people looking up at nothing. Hundreds of people looking into the pit. Everyone had come to see what wasn?t there.

Flowers stuck into the fence; journals and candles, gifts, votaries, offerings, messages. The daily crop, removed at dusk. To my surprise they didn?t just throw up a fence, but put up a series of signs that explained the history of the site, back to the Hudson Terminal Towers and beyond. The historical plaques, the fence, the reactions of the visitors - it felt like a death camp site. If you had no idea what had happened here you would know almost at once that it this place had suffered a hideous calamity. It had an emptiness I can?t describe, an emptiness made all the more obvious by all the congestion around the site. It was like entering a parlor whose walls and tables were filled with framed photos, and you notice that there?s nothing on the mantelpiece.

One building had a gigantic mural devoted to hope and remembrance. I?m sure it?s just an accident that this wretched culture of ours didn?t put up something reminding us to smite the bearded foreigners and run their blood into the gutters. An oversight. Last minute mistake.

Walked around, up the walkway. You look down and see the new construction; you see the naked subterranean floors still exposed, still raw. Back down the stairs, and there?s-a few square yards of painted wood, smothered with the words of the grieved, the widowed, the friends and neighbors and people who always bought smokes from that store in the concourse and only knew the woman behind the counter as Maria, and everyone else who probably brought a Sharpie intent on saying what they had to say, and so what if they paint it over, it?ll be there still. Something isn?t gone just because it?s buried.

As usual, read The Whole Thing.

I thought this part summed it up perfectly;

"The men who brought down the towers did nothing more than take a hammer to the tooth of a sleeping lion. Oh, you can do that.

But you can only do it once."

Yep, the man can write. The only problem with everyone linking to Lileks is that, like me, I'm sure the first blog most people go to each morning is his. I am really quite bummed when I go there and he hasn't updated his site that day.

Before I even reached the "hole in the sky" today's Bleat had already impressed me. "...hadn't seen bugs that big since watching Starship Troopers" is one of the scarier images anyone who has ever battled an infestation could come upon.

By way of thanks, I'm sending him this month's placemat from George Webb (Milwaukee's 24 hour grill chain). He'll like the art.