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I've lost my Oma

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Vancouver, 2001.05.30

My Oma died this morning. Just like that. I never called her, once I got back to Canada, as I promised I would. Too busy moping about the break-up. F*ck.

rand()m quote

Work is about a daily search for meaning as well as daily bread; for recognition as well as cash; for astonishment rather than torpor; in short for a sort of life, rather than a monday-to-friday sort of dying.

— Studs Terkel