incessant sun
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one 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-seven years and one million words
This week has been frighteningly sunny. What's happened to the Sydney I was coming to hate, with its incessant rain?
Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.
—Robert Louis Stevenson