ill
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2004.11.10
I've got a cold. Too much walking around in the 0oC weather, I suspect. Fncking weather!
twenty-seven years and one million words
I've got a cold. Too much walking around in the 0oC weather, I suspect. Fncking weather!
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
—Lao Tzu