'of late i have come to sense within myself an accumulation of all kinds of things that cannot find adequate expression...'

hmmn. cloudy outside (and cooler) - no suntan lotion for horsemouth today he feels (50/50). things are growing on the balcony (beans mostly) - he'll have to get some beanpoles and 'train' them onto the railings.

horsemouth has been wandering around in his summer clothes (shorts, a t-shirt sometimes worn over the head in the manner of a seaside postcard hanky). yesterday horsemouth had his usual pasta and pesto thing, as is his wont except that he ate it with a salad (well a grated carrot and some spring onions). mnnnnn.

last night he dreamt about being on holiday in the countryside near his parents (at the bottom of the hill) but in a rented cottage for some reason he'd given away the cooker (and had to get it back before the family who owned it came back).

'of late i have come to sense within myself an accumulation of all kinds of things that cannot find adequate expression via an objective artistic form such as the novel.'              - yukio mishima, sun and steel. 

yukio looks up into the boundless blue skies as he carries the shrine round the village. later he is at an airforce base.

howard has recorded another solo track lost without words in the 'post'(?) musicians of bremen era - it's good.


as he lay in the sun horsemouth read hammond innes's the mary deare - a thriller set on the plateau of the minquies off the channel islands where the sea rises and falls 40 feet exposing dangerous reefs and wrecked ships. innes's hero is curiously void - like a camera just there to record the action.