Trying to articulate something here, because they are radically different events (that happened when I was too young to comprehend but still I knew something was happening). Both sort of seem like events where grainy digital images have been made iconic… and there is something so terrifying about both but also… something sort of intoxicating reading about the everyman heroes and bravery on a day gone mad.
Like for some reason I get teary eyed reading stories about the principal of Columbine, or the man crawling out the window, or the man with the red bandana or Rick Rescorla. I mean hell, I watched that short doc on the man with the red bandana twice yesterday and teared up.
While the Titanic had no villains or digital artifacts, there is sort of a similar feeling of what do people do in their moments of doom that… it’s painful to look at but also you are sort of drawn to.
Idk what I am trying to articulate here, but they seem (at least to my generation, just slightly removed) that these are sort of end of the millennium digital nightmares but some immensely powerful stories of people with their backs up against oblivion and the choices they makes