no i can't save the world
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Halifax, 2004.06.30
Today I was waiting at the corner for some traffic, when the woman standing next to me said something I didn't catch. I asked her "pardon me?" and she demanded - in a "streetcrazy" kind of way - "Do you think you can save the world like that?!"
To which I had to be honest. "Nope," I said, and tried to put a brave face on it.