I slept on the futon

I slept on the futon all night and whenever I woke up I’d turn on the TV. It just gets worse. Stories of hijacked passengers calling their loved ones one last time. People calling for help on cellphones, trapped in the basement. It just keeps stunning me over and over again how low-tech this whole thing was. Knives. Fucking knives. And the bomb threats – little did they know that they were the weapon. We can jaw on about nuclear warfare and biochemical warfare but this is totally insane.