Falling at 1120 feet above sea level.
In the beginning of 2000, I was invited to be a resident at the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council’s residency program in the World Trade Center in Manhattan. It’s been a long time, but I think the residencies were on the 91st floor of the South tower. To get in you showed your ID then took 2 high speed elevators. There was a Japanese bank on the floor right below us and and an office down the hall that had temps coming in and out. Otherwise, the office seemed pretty deserted. During storms the building would sway back and forth. It often felt precarious being in the building and besides the view which was expansive, I didn’t really feel comfortable working there. Everything about the experience felt alien and awkward, in the way where all experience becomes heightened, like when you’re a tourist in a foreign land.