horsemouth leans in. thoughtful, concentrated, distinguished. and reasonably stylish in a working man's shirt.(you can't see the stains on the t-shirt which is a mercy). his head is tilted slightly as if listening carefully (and as if he were a little deaf).
and definitely not two sheets to the wind after an afternoon's drinking (as he actually was).
seeing goes well. the voters of the blank vote have been given an opportunity to redeem themselves (they have not taken it) but instead have thrown it back in the faces of the political class. the government is preparing to decamp to another city. it's written in those great long saramago paragraphs where everyone gets to speak.
tonight a gig.
last night witch story (streghe 2). an american set italo-horror of the 'lots of kids rent a haunted house (what could possibly go wrong)' type. it's well on its way to being the evil dead. in the morning a wander out.
coming soon horsemouth's encounter with the consortium. the beginning of the rock rolling for that.
today. horsemouth is unsure. it is a grey morning (and not looking like the kind of grey that will burn off), dare we say the word autumn.
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