'the imprecise space of narration - that unreal beyond where everything is apparition, slippery, evasive, present and absent.' - maurice blanchot.
ok so horsemouth is back in the wen but he's not feeling the joys of summer yet. mind you he was feeling them friday night (perhaps a bit much so).
yesterday he had one of those post session slouch around days (the weather was a bit grey and variable in the morning though it cheered up in the afternoon). he was nonplused that the day was a saturday not a sunday. he was thinking of meeting howard yesterday but cried off because of post drinkage (maybe they'll get it in today).
sunday, monday, even tuesday look like better days for 'stuff' (more sun).
monday morning he has a walk with TG booked. from wednesday the weather seems to be going to shit again. wednesday night he has thinking of trying to physically meet up for the communal endeavour meeting (and then go out for beer after) but it is probably all better done through zoom anyway.
next weekend probably another meet up with howard. probably try to book in a wander round with max et al and one with minty at some point.
next week off to the cloud forest to feed yin and yang the cat gods and browse the charity shops of walthamstow.
so far he has added two books to his accessions diary.
the turn of the screw and other stories by henry james (he lifted the blanchot quote from the introduction) and genesis of a music by new musical instrument inventor harry partch. this last one if quite a find (opines horsemouth).
the day dawns most beautiful, let us see what it contains.
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