I would like to own a flipbook of this nature because of what is represents for me. All weepy messages about the sadness of the event aside, I would like to share an entirely different viewpoint. To me, this flipbook represents the tedious sameness that occurred across America on September Eleventh and the days proceeding. The same thing was played with religious continuity, over and over again. Their antennas pointed at the sky to transmit the blood to televisions across the nation. "The plane strikes the tower, and there, look, there is the exact point of impact. Rewind that. Play it again in slow motion." (It's like a surprise bag every time) Sadly, with the continuous exposure I began to grow numb of the image. The lives lost were cheapened by the American media by their senseless exploitation of the same few seconds of footage. When a new angle was discovered, it was like another flavor of ice cream had been unearthed. Everyone clamored to see it. And this continued. Over and over again. Those people hanging from windows, huge on the screen. Letting go, screaming for the last time; while a newsman in a little box in the corner said to us that this was "something we needed to see."
The media channels could have cared less about the lives lost. For literally days afterwards the footage played. "For those of you who didn't see it yesterday, watch it a few times." (Till you're numb) Televisions stayed on that week. No one would dare miss a breaking update, or some breaking news, or whatever the news channel you chose called them. Ultimately, they made more money. Viewers and advertising. Catastrophes and commercial breaks.
The media made millions off of these flipbooks. They manufactured them by the trillions. Every television set, every 5 second loop, every pair of eyes staring, growing cold and numb, every hand that changed the channel to see it. A media obsessed with its money generating monotony.

Daniel Clark