last day on the beach
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Okinawa, 2023.05.04
last day on the beach
It was time for us to return to (comparatively) cold and grey Tokyo. Time for one last stroll up the beach.
twenty-seven years and one million words
It was time for us to return to (comparatively) cold and grey Tokyo. Time for one last stroll up the beach.
The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.
—Carl Sagan