how I live
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.12.01
I redid the floors in this place. Ballsy for a renter perhaps.
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twenty-seven years and one million words
I redid the floors in this place. Ballsy for a renter perhaps.
Collections containing this photo.
When destiny comes to a man from outside, it lays him low, just as an arrow lays a deer low. When destiny comes to a man from within, from his innermost being, it makes him strong, it makes him into a god…
—Hermann Hesse