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?
When destiny comes to a man from outside, it lays him low, just as an arrow lays a deer low. When destiny comes to a man from within, from his innermost being, it makes him strong, it makes him into a god…
—Hermann Hesse