can't futon without screws
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.04.29
Arrgh. I have no idea where the screws and nuts for my futon are.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Arrgh. I have no idea where the screws and nuts for my futon are.
In the wake of 9/11, we [in America] have made the decision as a society that we can never again create something in which we can take pride, for fear that someone will destroy it. Moreover, we must suppress any trace of individualism, lest someone have the desire to rise above the bland sameness that protects us. I have, alas, no idea how to recapture our courage.
—Anonymous post to boingboing.net, 2009