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.
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
—Henry David Thoreau