there's red and then there's red
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2001.10.24
I love the distinctively muted reds in Vancouver's autumn colors.
twenty-seven years and one million words
I love the distinctively muted reds in Vancouver's autumn colors.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
—Joseph Heller Catch-22