wristwatch stopped?
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Halifax, 2004.06.27
Today my watch stopped working for the first time in its fifteen year run.
Now I'm not happy.
twenty-eight years and a million words
Today my watch stopped working for the first time in its fifteen year run.
Now I'm not happy.
Between the idea and the reality. Between the motion and the act. Falls the Shadow.
—T.S. Eliot