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.
There's something kind of horrific about milk. Think about it! Think about what we're doing. Milk is kind of gross.
—Jordan Peele