incessant sun
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Sydney, 2000.11.30
This week has been frighteningly sunny. What's happened to the Sydney I was coming to hate, with its incessant rain?
twenty-eight years and a million words
This week has been frighteningly sunny. What's happened to the Sydney I was coming to hate, with its incessant rain?
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
—Henry David Thoreau