who's that masked man
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2003.12.05
Over the past few days, I've been feeding my girlfriend's cats.
I think they've finally come to accept that this sunglassed, SARS-masked-wearing stranger that's been feeding them is part of the scene, because they both come out and greet me when I turn up. Knowing cats, that's something.