I can’t process the loss of life, so my mind goes to less important things. Like the stash of New York City skyline posters I keep rolled up in a tube in my closet. I collected them in college so that I could be reminded of home. My obsession with the skyline began when I was in elementary school and my parents took me to the Twin Towers, aka World Trade Center. I was so fascinated that the next week in art class I made a miniature Twin Towers out of clay. It included a little reddish blob at the base of one tower where I remembered seeing a huge, red sculpture. I also made a pencil holder in the shape of one tower. I wanted to hold one of those ceramic objects today, feel their weight and how solid they are. Because everything was much too surreal. And I still think I am going to either wake up or see Bruce Willis run in to save us all and then have the credits roll. But that is not going to happen. So instead, to try to ease my mind, I have to gaze again at the cutest kitten photo in the world and remember that there is goodness out there.