ABSTRACT
DURING THE WEEK OF THE SIX-MONTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE TRADE CENTER ATTACK, I WALKED DOWN TO SEE THE TOWERS OF LIGHT ON A FOGGY EVENING. The clouds lay low and their effect was startling and dramatic, occluding and revealing the powerful skyward beams, shrouding downtown in an otherworldly glow. It was completely beautiful and a little frightening, a genuinely artistic sublimity that could be taken for what it was, a feeling quite different from the embarrassed awe that shamed earlier fascinations with the twisted, mesmerizing rubble at Ground Zero.
