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.
The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.
—Carl Sagan