it is not a race
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2013.04.04
Now I know I'm getting old. I've resigned myself to being passed by almost everything on two wheels, these days.
Almost.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Now I know I'm getting old. I've resigned myself to being passed by almost everything on two wheels, these days.
Almost.
Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.
—Margaret Lee Runbeck