dead squirrel just a bag of bones
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.08.26
I passed The Squirrel again. Definitely just a (skin) bag of bones, now. Summertime, when the living is easy (for flies).
twenty-seven years and one million words
I passed The Squirrel again. Definitely just a (skin) bag of bones, now. Summertime, when the living is easy (for flies).
I'm constantly amazed at how difficult it is to break free of the straitjacket of the immediately urgent.
—michael werneburg