cold number twelve
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2017.03.25
I lost exact count around Christmas, but I've got cold ~12 since September building up. And here I wanted to go pike fishing!
twenty-eight years and a million words
I lost exact count around Christmas, but I've got cold ~12 since September building up. And here I wanted to go pike fishing!
It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see,
—Henry David Thoreau