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the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2002.08.31

Back in T/O. And it's hot, hazy, and smoggy. Who'd have guessed. No matter, I hear there are jobs here. Actually, I hear the situation's the worst it's been in 20+ years, but that it's still better than in Vancouver. One unexpected beneficial side-effect of my time in Australia; I can now do a 5 hour flight in relative comfort. Once you've crossed the Pacific a few times, any intra-continental flight seems like fun. Well, not fun per se, but immensely more tolerable.

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov