'the conflict is over...'

horsemouth didn't know. RIP the mighty emahoy tsegué-maryam guèbrou  (24th march)

horsemouth has a limited range of piano references - once again it is debussy that he turns to, or perhaps a less angular alice coltrane. 

this morning is rainy and grey (horsemouth has the lights on) and (importantly) he has his coffee. (there he's just topped it up with some hot water). howard had a plan involving brick lane but horsemouth is doubtful. 

he has fed the cats.

yesterday he spent most of the day in the sunshine  in the garden reading (the guardian weekly). magpies raided the birdfeeder (a robin is dong so now). it was so warm he had his top off at one point. it was good to catch up with politics (and with culture), he reads much more omnivorously from an actual physical newspaper than he does from a screen. in the morning he wandered down the hill into 'town' and then back again. 

later in the afternoon he went for a wander up to the allotment (as far as he can see nothing is in yet so nothing needs doing).  horsemouth likes being there. he likes seeing humans doing things (clever little monkeys). there is a grid structure to the allotments and this enables everybody to do their own thing. 

in the evening he lay down and watched his usual mix of prepper, slow living, and thrifting vids on youtube. he finished off with a tour round the homeless encampments of california 'what is this? art?' remarks the cameraman as he wanders round a deserted but customised derelict house. the dome tent is the thing that makes it all possible. dome tents. camper vans. with the camper vans people are often working - it is just that even this means they can't afford a home. 

he then went up to bed and read a little of the gustaw herling. horsemouth is up to 1979 - there are some thoughts on british and polish anti-semitism (following on from orwell), on nietzsche in turin (he liked it there, but it could not save him). herling is in naples. he waits for the russian intelligensia to die and he waits for earthquakes. 

oop little pied woodpecker at the bird feeder. 

ok on with the day.