this is not a memorial
This is not a memorial. It is an artist's rendering of some space-age fantasy land of the future. It's cold, it's sterile, it's empty. A pile of ashen rubble would evoke more emotion than this design.
Memorial: 1. Anything intended to preserve the memory of a person or event; something which serves to keep something else in remembrance; a monument
This is not a memorial. It is a wet dream for people who read Architectural Digest as if it were a fashion magazine.
Only this afternoon did I rant and rave about these designs. I said I would probably change my mind by tonight. I haven't. Of the three choices, this was the one I liked the least. This is the one that made me cringe from the beginning. This is not what I want to see when I go to the place where people I know died.
This is not a memorial. It's a design-by-committee, a piece of art that may be worthy of a museum or office building, but not for this. Not for remembering the pain and horror and anguish and sadness that came out of that day.
This is not a memorial. It's a travesty is what it is. A travesty that looks like a bathroom in some rich person's house.
I am really, really angry and upset right now. Please tread lightly in the comments. Perhaps I shouldn't have written this when I am so upset, but I did. It may be changed, edited or all together deleted later.
And yes, it has occurred to me that I just might still be too emotional about that day to be objective about this.