The hollowness of the site whereupon stood the twin towers, and what have now replaced them, was choked and deadened by its own screams of poignancy.

Gallons of water, crashing into the cavernous pool from the inward cubic fountain, filled both silence and void – yet the cries of agony, crumbling concrete and steel haunted still.

Metal plaques, stretched entire lengths of the square’s four edges, bore names of the perished – in body but not in memory – as the living visited, each with their own recollection of the day, 11 September 2001, when clashes of civilisations robbed the world of much of its innocence.

Young ones crowded the Memorial, seemingly unfazed by the horrors alluded in such architectural magnificence, built on such stark reminder of what they may never remember. Will they learn from lessons of mistakes past?

For thus is the burden of the living: diligent remembrance.

Behind the lens

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To express my own sentimentality when I visited the September 11 Memorial site, I focused my shot on the metal plaques that have the names of victims engraved on them, placing them in the centre of spotlight – as opposed to present visitors being the spectres of 9/11. The observing eye is immediately drawn to the engravings, giving them the sense of importance they deserve.

The timely sombreness of the three girls, though relatively indifferent as they would be too young to remember the episode, completes the picture.