last day on the beach
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Okinawa, 2023.05.04
last day on the beach
It was time for us to return to (comparatively) cold and grey Tokyo. Time for one last stroll up the beach.
twenty-seven years and one million words
It was time for us to return to (comparatively) cold and grey Tokyo. Time for one last stroll up the beach.
There's something kind of horrific about milk. Think about it! Think about what we're doing. Milk is kind of gross.
—Jordan Peele