nothing but memories
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2001.09.15
Today was the day I was supposed to be getting married. My, how time flies. Instead I played with some LEGO and worked on my novel.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Today was the day I was supposed to be getting married. My, how time flies. Instead I played with some LEGO and worked on my novel.
In our society, there seems a general rule that, the more obviously one's work benefits other people, the less one is likely to be paid for it.
—David Graeber