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!
I think natural selection must have greatly rewarded the ability to reassure oneself in a crisis with complete bullshit.
—Bob Harris