04:00, what's up your nose?
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2008.10.30
I was woken at about 03:45 this morning by a mosquito. It had flown into my nostril.
Needless to say, activity ensued.
twenty-seven years and one million words
I was woken at about 03:45 this morning by a mosquito. It had flown into my nostril.
Needless to say, activity ensued.
The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.
—Leon Trotsky