nothing but memories
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a 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-eight years and a 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.
life's too short to use shitty pens
—Ken Werneburg, slack chat 2021