I know. I've been silent.

I haven't posted because I don't know what to write. I haven't cried because I can't feel beneath the numbness. I haven't ranted because I can't find my anger. I haven't commented because everything I read seems like it's written in a foreign language.

There will be no big statement from me. No essay on the meaning of terrorism or patriotism or fear. The quote I posted earlier this week is, I think, all I have to say.

I went out tonight to see Entrain at Harpers Ferry, my favorite live-music venue in Boston. I've been seeing this band off and on since 1995. My friend Kathie, who works with the band, wrapped her arms around me when I arrived, and we stood there for a few minutes, holding each other. We didn't talk much. I don't think either of us wanted to talk.

The band came on, and I lost myself in the music for a while. The band was amazing tonight; they played with a magic and intensity I hadn't heard from them in years. At some point in the evening, I made eye contact with Tommy, the drummer and founder of the band, and we shared a smile. And I thought: I'm alive. I'm alive.

Peace to us all.