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.
If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.
—George Orwell