I posted yesterday that I felt, well, odd. I kind of know why, but at the same time, I don't. Or what I do know, I can't put into words.
This is from Peggy Noonan, one of the stellar writers of our time, and I think she captures some of what I feel.
We are suspended.
We are waiting to see if there is a war, waiting to see how the world reacts, waiting to see if the war is simple and clean or long and brutal, waiting to see if the war makes us safer or less safe in the long run or short.
Until then, until the war, one can't help but expect a continuance of suspension. That's how it looks to me today at any rate. Movement that brings stasis, action that maintains the status quo. It seems freaky. But it's a freaky time.Posted by Ith at October 25, 2002 3:39 PM