it's a grey and foggy day out there.
good morning! good morning! good morning!
it's 50 years of a live supreme. carlos santana and john mclaughlin attempt to take heaven by storm. today the anniversary of the release of hergest ridge as well.
'in complete helplessness barely wrote two pages...' - franz kafka 1914
on his visit to hereford horsemouth bought a stash of decent pens (black hi-techpoint V7s), these are the kind of pens he used to use for work, and his preferred writing and drawing means. maybe this will encourage him to physically write and draw more. broadly since the pandemic he has drawn/ written with whatever cheap biro/ pencil etc. came to hand or could be scavenged (and his diaries bear the scars of it).
to write horsemouth often needs to read (he needs a project). he has a number of books ready to go or moderately commenced (the ernest dowson goes well)
we enter the embers of the year (september, october (sic.), november, december. we are into autumn (soon enough we will be into winter). in general horsemouth continues to find the weather in september pretty decent. from here on in about a third of the year remaining.
horsemouth's brother arrives at 3pm ish (having dropped his eldest off in oxford). horsemouth returns to the wen at some point soon (he has much of september off). he has a number of (zoom) meetings.
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