It always feels weird to me to post stuff about somber sites that I visit, memorials and places of remembrance, maybe that’s silly, who knows.
There is one iron chair for each victim, they are arranged where each person would have sat on the building’s nine floors when it stood in that spot.
This is the Survivor Tree, it survived the explosion despite losing all its leaves and most branches and having its trunk embedded with glass and metal. Thanks Candise for teaching me about this before I left.
The attached museum is stunning, heart-wrenching. You are placed in a recreation of a government office, you hear a recording of a water board meeting that took place that morning, you hear the explosion on the tape and everyone starts screaming, the tape loops to the beginning and you move to the next room to avoid hearing it again.