the fisherman
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2014.08.05
Ken's been catching fish left and right; at this pace he'll have caught more this week than I had by the age of forty.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Ken's been catching fish left and right; at this pace he'll have caught more this week than I had by the age of forty.
When destiny comes to a man from outside, it lays him low, just as an arrow lays a deer low. When destiny comes to a man from within, from his innermost being, it makes him strong, it makes him into a god…
—Hermann Hesse