Monday, 1 January 2024

'to part with the passing year'



'unwilling to part with the passing year I drank til late on the last day of december. when I awoke after a long sleep, the first day of the new year was more than half gone.'  - matsuo bashō, the records of a well-worn satchel. 

for new years horsemouth stayed in. he had a bottle of beer with his mum. 

so. it is now 2020(4) (horsemouth takes all the years of the twenty-twenties to be basically similar). 

2020 - the pandemic, the US election (stolen- allegedly) 

2020(1) - the insurrection on capitol hill, the pandemic continues 

2020(2) - russia invades ukraine (again - after 2014, er. there may have been earlier times depending on how you see things), pandemic begins to break (mid-year), winter energy crisis kicks in. 

2020(3) - pandemic grinds to a halt(ish) mid year. winter energy crisis returns, genocide in gaza begins. 

2020(4) - year of the trump campaign to recover the 'stolen' election, the war in ukraine drags on, probably more winter energy crisis. 

for horsemouth the years are better divided

2020 - working remotely

2021 - redundancy

2022 - retirement (year 1), 2023 - retirement (year 2), 2024 - retirement (year 3) etc.

meanwhile the world is still marked by the outcomes (economic and political) of the 2008 financial crash (austerity and populism) and will be marked even more deeply by global warming/ climate crisis/ the climate emergency.  

how does horsemouth think it will go from here on in? badly. sunak wanted a secret deal with cummings to get him (sunak) re-elected (fairplay cummings is good rishi - but he's not that good!). 

the tories are bound to lose the next election (pretty much), so far so good (but it's too late). in any event labour have promised they won't do anything different (so it won't make much difference) and (over the pond) trump may be re-elected and even if it's biden then so what? and, and... 

anyway. 

so. it is now it's  2020(4). ticking down. horsemouth will let it become 2020(4), he will post this up and then he will go to bed. he may hear fireworks from the next village or he may not. last minute. fireworks. happy new year peoples. 

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in the morning a dream.

the tomb of bush house

the guy from the african guitar class (who played in agents of chaos) and a girl horsemouth thought he recognised but can't place now. there was some paperwork that horsemouth recognised as being from the time (like it was magically and perfectly from that time). there was more material to be recovered. the tombs were below ground but labelled and chained up. noise came from the bush house tomb. the guy visiting the  nearby bonjo-I shrine/ tomb complained about the noise (ok in the cold light of day horsemouth knows that bonjo isn't dead) which seemed to be above ground but in a shrouded room. 

rain in the afternoon.  

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