yesterday horsemouth was a little grumpy. he needs to sort out a doctor and he appears to have lost the email back from them (how can that even happen).
the one may require a visit. the other all he can do is sit and wait. (he thought he was doing so well and now he is just consumed with anxiety).
whilst horsemouth is clearing out his gripe closet he would like the house miraculously tidied. in particular the front and back gardens. the back garden he would like to use (if it's not too much to ask). it needs the sun to get into it to dry it out properly and much of the decking has rotted and needs to be chucked. meanwhile he has got rid of a fair amount of the bollocks in the front room and relocated it up from off the floor (or at least into the corners). of course it is a constant battle not to have things just dumped on any flat (or even moderately sloping) surface.
ok he's got a babysitting gig for tomorrow (by the time you read this, this evening). that's cheered him up (he likes to feel useful).
yesterday. a walk with TG. they bumped into one of TGs friends (a person much exercised by the encroaching of gentrification and development of the marshes). horsemouth had a quick research when he got back in to confirm his belief that trains from lea bridge can get you to cambridge, change at tottenham hale he believes. the line from lea bridge links to the west anglia main line and runs generally north through cheshunt, broxbourne, harlow, bishop's stortford and audley end (near saffron walden) to cambridge, with branches between serving stratford, hertford and stansted airport. the thing to do is not to think of it as a line (going straight to one place) but as a network (connecting to a number of places).
he listened to a podcast about the tottenham hale redevelopment (visible from the top of the waterworks park). 'it's almost like snowpiercer' remarks our flat-viewer on the degree of social stratification available in the new tower blocks.
there's another podcast about the city island redevelopment, also of interest to horsemouth as it was in his former 'hood' and he got to watch it being built from his vantage point in bow ecology park.
last night richard burton was being suitably craggy in equus. the young lad was suitably young (poor dude - horsemouth kept thinking he was nigel planner). horses are of course noble beasts and much stronger than humans (there's an adorno quote somewhere about horses being survivors from the age of heroes).
horsemouth is (of course) himself somewhat horsey. he has made a change from being merely human (much in the way that a superheroes secret identity works). there are losses and gains to this (of course). in the prisoner they have discovered a way of getting into his dreams (which richard burton is managing in equus by means of dogged detective work and the juxtaposition of images side by side).
animals, in the animal rights way of thinking, are not ours to eat , wear or experiment upon. nor ride upon horsemouth supposes. in horsemouth's vegan utopia (ssshh. don't mention the fact that he's merely a crap vegetarian) a great separation will be effected between animals and humans - all animals will become wild and all humans will carefully respect their independence (and concentrate on growing food). any association will be voluntary only. there are (of course) losses (to humans and to animals) in this. but there are gains also - the end of factory farming for example.
how animals may be metaphorically used after the great separation is a matter that is yet to be decided.
really what horsemouth needs to be doing is getting his head right for a stint of recording (however big or small it may be) over easter and doing the preparation to ensure that whatever happens goes smoothly. in many ways this, in 2-3 weeks time, is his priority.
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