I think it’s time I set the story straight on this image. This is my image, I took it when I was 18, living in Tribeca in a model apartment on the West Side Highway in New York. I’ve always been pretty private about these images. This image was posted one time, on Flickr, with a small caption, when I was in school for photojournalism, and never again since. I have never released the other images from that day, and I don’t know if I ever will. I have never sold this image or given permission for anyone to post it. I have never made a single penny off of it, and would never want to. In the 15 or so years since I made that image public, it has taken on a life of its own, and every year, several friends tag me in posts to alert me where the image has gone. I’ve never wanted to make a post about it, but this year, on the 20th anniversary of the attack, the comments got even more brutal. Every year, I have a panic attack. Every year I am so disturbed, so effected by what people say about it. I thought maybe it was time to get the real story out there. I don’t think I owe anyone an explanation. I lived through a traumatic event and I had PTSD for many years. Maybe I still do. But I thought maybe, if the real story is out there, it might ease my mind on the coming years. *story below*