"we love you"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2007.12.06
Today, not one but two people told me "we love you, Michael". One was a co-worker, the other a teacher.
It's so nice to be loved!
twenty-eight years and a million words
Today, not one but two people told me "we love you, Michael". One was a co-worker, the other a teacher.
It's so nice to be loved!
Work is about a daily search for meaning as well as daily bread; for recognition as well as cash; for astonishment rather than torpor; in short for a sort of life, rather than a monday-to-friday sort of dying.
— Studs Terkel