another goddamn headache
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2007.10.22
If you've got migraines, I feel bad for you, son.
I got many kinds of trouble, they're #1.
(all apologies)
twenty-seven years and one million words
If you've got migraines, I feel bad for you, son.
I got many kinds of trouble, they're #1.
(all apologies)
It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.
—Anne Frank