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lost cycling glove

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Toronto, 2016.10.23

An occupational hazard of cycling: losing your gloves. I've lost one. Possibly on center island, while providing the army of red ants a nice chew-toy in the form of my corpulent flesh. I mean fishing.

rand()m quote

It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.

—Anne Frank