disclocation
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
I'm having one of those 21st Century dislocation moments. A St Catharines farm boy talking to his South-African-born step-sister about my fishing in British Columbia with her husband when I visit my father... while I'm sitting on the tarmac in Dubai as I go the long way between my home in Tokyo and my employee's HQ in The Hague. Because some Russian dictator has started WWIII. On, of all days, father's day.