the case of the mysterious voice

‘the radio has been going for days now and at night it’s so annoying. I think it’s coming from above anyway. so annoying. like water torture.’

‘it’s not music, just a voice. it was on last night and it’s on now. a woman’s voice just talking. I can’t work out where it is coming from. I have to wear earplugs and a cushion over my head to block it out and sleep.’ (howard text message 6.05am)

‘I’ll see if my neighbour can hear it’ (howard text message 6.05.51am)

‘actually I can’t hear it now’

horsemouth is up. it’s a bright sunshine-y morning. today and tomorrow are due to be sunny (but correspondingly cold at night). horsemouth has his coffee (thanks sten). the sun shines in his window. in a bit a bowl of museli and a cup of tea. later a sunbathe and more reading. later still the tv news and then probably elementary (horsemouth is very regular in his tv watching habits - it’s one gag, ‘yes watson I have solved it already’ endlessly repeated).



in takoma park in 2018 they held the thousand incarnations of the rose festival.
a festival of american primitive guitar, when will they hold such a festival again?
in 2016 horsemouth was in porto, when will he get to go again?

we are living through the key event of our times - one for which there will be a before and an after (one which makes 2008 look like the chimps tea-party it was). the world has profoundly changed (and it is not just that the music has stopped and death has entered the room).

and for now we wait. horsemouth is being good. he is staying in. putting off going shopping. perhaps the odd walk for exercise. he doesn’t yet have a mask.