solstace
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one 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-seven years and one 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.
When destiny comes to a man from outside, it lays him low, just as an arrow lays a deer low. When destiny comes to a man from within, from his innermost being, it makes him strong, it makes him into a god…
—Hermann Hesse