happy mayday everyone! (no horsemouth did not start it off with a beer)

happy mayday everyone! (no horsemouth did not start it off with a beer).

horsemouth has passed through the dangerous and difficult may eve. he wonders how other people are (people he doesn’t usually see). he didn’t celebrate having worked with a beer (like he usually does) because he’s afraid of headaches (headaches, sore throats, dry little coughs all minor enough symptoms in themselves).

horsemouth is up early. the day begins. later he should get on with some work. the sun shines (with that great golden hour tinge from when it has just made it over the eastern horizon).


the sunlight you see in the photo in  the header on this blogspot page above is the afternoon sun shining into horsemouth’s westfacing 2nd floor flat when he lived down in pop(u)lar. you remember, the flat with the light. he has made the above photo the header on this blogspot page - horsemouth folk archive - where he archives his random thoughts and discoveries.

the bin men are outside (hail binmen). what task better sums up our society but that the people who haul away your trash make house-visits. it is a society predicated on the creation of trash.