trying to trace a smell
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.11.11
Ugh. There is a smell in this apartment. A smell that I haven't been able to track down. Perhaps I've stepped in dog crap.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Ugh. There is a smell in this apartment. A smell that I haven't been able to track down. Perhaps I've stepped in dog crap.
When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.
—Ernest Hemingway