a cold during summer
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.09.07
Argh, Summer colds. Just the thing to put the brakes on an otherwise fun patio weekend in the sun.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Argh, Summer colds. Just the thing to put the brakes on an otherwise fun patio weekend in the sun.
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