by JESSICA HOLLAN
I found myself in a room surrounded by death. I stared up, overwhelmed by the floor to ceiling newspaper headlines. Plastered below each eye-catching slogan were pictures of the Twin Towers encased in smoke. “Bastards!” on San Francisco’s The Examiner was written in long, bold type and I continuously found myself drawn to that startlingly titled page, whose headline rested atop a photo of the World Trade Center ablaze from the impact.