When I got home from work tonight, the first thing I saw on the internet was this yahoo story on the bridge collapse in Minneapolis.
My first thought, was: I hope James Lileks and his family are okay.
It's funny how we can feel so connected to each other, even when such threads are tied across the ether of the internet. I've read his daily blog for so many years now, that I have grown to sincerely care about what happens to him, despite his being a total stranger to me.
We can look at the ruins of this bridge, and imagine ourselves in one of those cars buried underneath. We can shake from the horror of picturing ourselves standing on its periphery, waiting for news of loved ones trapped within the rubble. It may be different families, in a different city, in a different country, than our own, but somehow it is still us; we are still connected.
We are one. We see the tragedy, and it touches us, in our shared humanity.
Our thoughts and prayers go out to you, from Vancouver Canada.