'at the end of the third lockdown I went to london...' (red sky in the morning)

soon the anniversary of january 6th. 

it is interesting that ambrose evans-pritchard (then of the sunday telegraph and son of a noted anthropologist) is one of the key spreaders of the early conspiracy theories about the clinton presidency. he writes the secret life of bill clinton but he is basing it on procopius's the secret history which tells the tale of justin and theodora devils in human form sent to ravage the roman empire but this time with bill and hillary in the lead roles. 

it is a necessary antidote to the notion that suddenly things have got much worse and suddenly people have started believing mad shit. it's been going on for a long time now. perhaps the origins of totalitarianism's most necessary corrective is this, that people have been believing in scandal, corruption and conspiracy theories for a long time.   

'... and we haven't ended have we'

'at the end of the third lockdown I went to london...'

it starts to sound like la jetée to horsemouth's ears. a juxtaposition of cataclysmic worldwide events and personal detail. but it's someone off to the national gallery to look at a painting and getting a 55 bus into town walking down through soho.   

'of course, chris marker is dead, so he doesn't have to see it, what la jetée spawned' - terry gilliam on the 12 monkeys tv series. but of course, by means of time travel he could. 

horsemouth imagines our guides to the times the ghosts of chris marker and john berger.

by other means of time travel back from the bbc vaults from 1986 comrade dad - britain under soviet occupation - red guards in a renamed trafalgar square. 

the hitchcock style thriller 23 paces to baker street (blind author overhears murderous conversation in a london pub and starts to investigate) inspires much of the plot and several of the scenes in the crimes of the black cat (blind soundtrack composer overhears murderous conversation in a copenhagen bar and starts to investigate). horsemouth is indebted to the fragments of fear podcast, in which two knowledgeable giallo fans discuss neglected works from the genre, for this knowledge. 

in 23 paces... it's the 73 bus that is of interest (but in its further kensington reaches which, being west london, horsemouth never has reason to visit). 

horsemouth is still out at his parents. last night a frost this morning a red sky.