'one day, if I live to be very old, I'l stop writing.' - marguerite duras, practicalities.
well in a way no. she kept going right until the very end (like gide). bunin wrote only hours before his death (contemplating it). colette managed to stop (and took up gardening instead).
'death, the fact of death coming towards you, is also a memory, like the present.' - marguerite duras, practicalities in an essay called the star.
horsemouth has fucked up royally. he has crashed and burned. well ok no but at a minimum he's going to have to rethink his plans a bit. on the whole horsemouth values things that are steady and predictable and that go on with the minimum of drama. it is important to learn to move slowly.
outside daryll is doing his tai-chi (well done daryll). inside horsemouth has woken up with a headache for the second day running (this leads him to suspect he is ill rather than merely hung-over). he'll 'do a test' tomorrow as he has a meeting in the evening. he's finished reading practicalities and he's moved on to the lover (which he finds similarly excellent). blue eyes black hair he can't get on with - it's duras does sexual politics (and so very dull).
last night horsemouth cooked late - pasta and pesto (red kidney beans, onions, peppers, courgettes, chilies). he still has some left which he will have for lunch. last night he watched a cat video (ok no he watched the uncanny an amicus style portmanteau horror movie with a montreal set frame story - he didn't recognise any of the locations but then it's a big city there's plenty you can end up not seeing).
it's a beautiful blueskies morning. warmer than yesterday but approaching the seasonal average. soon enough (the end of the week) the equinox.
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it's the afternoon (just). horsemouth is back from the neighbourhood pharmacy - he's bought a ton of paracetamol (just in case he's getting ill) and eaten a strepsil. he's tested for the C-O-V-I-D and it's a no (so it could be the flu or just a cold). he had a quick wander round (the book box near TGs is empty). he's finished off the pasta and pesto, and had a cup of tea made with a fresh teabag. his probable plan is to listen to the world at one (now that it's possible to have your news without royal funerals). on the other hand if there's more sunshine he might go into the back garden and read.
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