I was supposed to be in New York | .

I was supposed to leave on September 10th.

I was supposed to go to the World Trade Center on Tuesday, to take photos, then go to Greenwich Village.

I was packed and ready to go.

Unfortunately, the flight number was busy. My mother suggested Vancouver instead, so I went with that. And I'm there right now.

My mother called me and burst into tears. Nersh and I couldn't believe any of it; I don't mean to disregard the loss of human life side of things, but the WTCs were my favourite buildings. For anyone who's been in there, they're fucking VAST. It takes about 20 minutes to walk around the base of one floor. For any skyscraper to collapse is awful, but for this one - I can't begin to imagine in my head how huge the mess is. The debri itself must be - what - 10ft high? More than that.

So maybe someone wants me to live. Or something.