Tomorrow is September 11th. Tomorrow could be the end of the world. In retrospect, though, I could have said that yesterday as well. Friday is the 13th. If you hadn't noticed, this is a pretty fucked up week.
Like many others, I've spent a lot of time dwelling on tomorrow's meaning, on what might happen, and on the numerous changes that occured a year ago tomorrow. It's truly depressing and I find myself wondering if we've seen the worst or if the worst is yet to come.
Unfortunately I think it's the latter.