yesterday's oatmeal, day after day
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Kokubunji, 2023.09.08
Well, it's Friday. For some reason, this song came to mind.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Well, it's Friday. For some reason, this song came to mind.
[We will be] rich in proportion to the number of things which we can afford to let alone.
—Thoreau