my younger brother is 40 years old
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2013.06.24
Well, time flies (who knew?). I remember when my brother was born.
twenty-eight years and a million words
Well, time flies (who knew?). I remember when my brother was born.
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.
—Heraclitus