depressingly good writing
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2013.06.14
The other day, we saw a display of photography at the museum that was so good I found it depressing: I'm just not progressing in that field at all. Then yesterday, I was sent a link to some stories about a fellow who flew planes in the American south-west for decades.
Again; depressingly good.