solstace
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2004.12.21
Well, the solstace is finally here. And not a day too soon. The gloom of this time of year really plays havok with the tempers, oh yes.
twenty-eight years and a million words
Well, the solstace is finally here. And not a day too soon. The gloom of this time of year really plays havok with the tempers, oh yes.
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