tiny eatery
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Kokubunji, 2022.12.10
This little eatery had been built in a semi-open space connecting two larger buildings. Tokyo; always something.
twenty-seven years and one million words
This little eatery had been built in a semi-open space connecting two larger buildings. Tokyo; always something.
My grandfather once told me that there are two kinds of people: those who work and those who take the credit. He told me to try to be in the first group; there was less competition there.
—Indira Gandhi