This is a picture I did not take

of an abandoned section of a modern American airport, a darkened concourse late at night with all the businesses shuttered, old magazines on a newstand, and a digital clock dead center, hanging from the ceiling. The time, 9:11.

Neither is this a picture of a woman scarily eyeing a dark-skinned man in an airport early on the morning of September 11th, 2005, as he reached into his bag and retrieved a nail clipper and began clipping his nails.