can't futon without screws
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2003.04.29
Arrgh. I have no idea where the screws and nuts for my futon are.
twenty-eight years and a million words
Arrgh. I have no idea where the screws and nuts for my futon are.
Work is about a daily search for meaning as well as daily bread; for recognition as well as cash; for astonishment rather than torpor; in short for a sort of life, rather than a monday-to-friday sort of dying.
— Studs Terkel