good ol' whats-her-name
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2002.10.18
About ten years ago, I was dating a woman whose birthday was today. It's bizarre how dates somehow stick in your head for no reason.
twenty-eight years and a million words
About ten years ago, I was dating a woman whose birthday was today. It's bizarre how dates somehow stick in your head for no reason.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
—Vincent Van Gogh