The Wind, Page 3

PANEL 1

Close-up of a radio/boombox with an FM display.

NARRATION: "I couldnt find a radio station that wasnt talking about it."

PANEL 2

Headphones rest on a surface, unplugged. Wind motifs swirl around.

NARRATION: "Call me cold, but I didnt want to know any more than I already did."

PANEL 3

The narrator sits at a computer, wearing a hoodie, typing an email. The email is visible on screen with text "...Im sure your inbox is already overflowing, but are you okay?..." A sticky note reads "NoName NoSlogan".

NARRATION: "But I began to worry."

NARRATION: "One of my friends went to that school."

NARRATION: "I hadnt spoken to him in so long, I wasnt sure if we were still friends."

NARRATION: "I sent him an email regardless."

PANEL 4

Swirling wind fills the bottom of the page, with headphone cord visible.

TEXT: "The wind is SCREAMING..."

I did the same thing after the September 11th incident. After bad stuff happens, I don’t need to hear anymore until all the fallout has been collected and Frontline does a report about it. Otherwise, it’s like following a grim soap opera.

The person I was checking up on was a friend of mine who I used to study Japanese with over snail mail. We haven’t kept in touch much, even after this. He was odd, but his Facebook page indicates that he is doing well.