goodbye bank!
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Sydney, 2001.04.21
Ah, sweet unemployment! My contract ended yesterday.
twenty-eight years and a million words
Ah, sweet unemployment! My contract ended yesterday.
In the wake of 9/11, we [in America] have made the decision as a society that we can never again create something in which we can take pride, for fear that someone will destroy it. Moreover, we must suppress any trace of individualism, lest someone have the desire to rise above the bland sameness that protects us. I have, alas, no idea how to recapture our courage.
—Anonymous post to boingboing.net, 2009