reflection on creation and space

horsemouth is knackered and is self-medicating with beer at 5pm in the afternoon. he has been working for exactly 2 days. tomorrow afternoon he goes and works for a few hours - this should a) be all the work for this week b) be enough work to cover the costs of his parsimonious (but not uncomfortable) lifestyle (did I mention the beer). today horsemouth did badly in the 'reducing-his-lard-intake' stakes (cheese, spring onion and mayonnaise sandwich lunchtime - bad boy horsemouth - £1.75), he also did badly in the 'not-buying-books-faster-than-he-can-read-them' stakes (chekhov -'the island' - chekhov visits the prison island of sakhalin and finds it's a hell-hole - £5, and herman melville 'pierre' - £3 - melville destroys his literary 'career' with incomprehensible gibberish/ a book far ahead of it's time, both from horsemouth's favourite secondhand book dealer bell st. - just off edgeware rd. anyway). if horsemouth could only restrain his appetite for comfort food (or show a modicum of foresight and take sandwiches) he could, in good conscience, spend more money on books and... maybe it's better if he eats the lard rather than filling up his flat with yet more kipple. the trouble is it's not either/or is it horsemouth?

a photo has emerged of horsemouth dutifully recording a c chord (that most consonant of chords) surrounded by artfully chosen and well made kipple - sadly this is not horsemouth's flat.