cold number twelve
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one 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-seven years and one 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!
life's too short to use shitty pens
—Ken Werneburg, slack chat 2021