'at this point, nothing is predestined'

so says the author of an article on the possible future of a new syria (the balkan scenario, matt broomfield). er, on the other hand they lay out the possible negative outcomes (the balkan scenario) so clearly it seems rhetorically unlikely that syria can escape. 

but maybe it is all still up in the air. 

anyway. here's horsemouth. he heard the bells from the abbey but he failed to go (historical stage fright). 

(maybe he should just try tossing coins to make his decisions for him instead of half making them). 

howard is off visiting people (but then he's also on holiday over c*******s).  his brother is phoning at 8pm. 

is there a still turning point in the year when a new plan can come together? 

perhaps this is the point at which it begins. 

once again horsemouth has failed to purchase christmas gifts. 

in a bit he will go and feed the chickens (he will take refuge in routine). the trick is to leave it slightly late so that they are all gathered in the coop already. he has succeeded in feeding the chickens once again. he hasn't lost any (yet). 

he went to the forge (but he did not walk back). this may explain his slightly off mood (that and that he can't find the right book to read). 

'without books the world would have witnessed nothing but ignorance' - sergei parajanov, the colour of pomegranates.  

howard (the other muscian of bremen) has responded to horsemouth’s asking what he thought of the books horsemouth has lent him.

‘chronicle (of the guayaki indians) would be one I would reread. in fact do I still have it?

loves work I found frightening, but I also loved it. 

practicalities, I read but cannot remember at all, though oddly it prompted me to read more duras.

christ stopped (at eboli) I need to reread. at the time it felt like a slog to read it, and I don’t know why cos it was a gently written book. that would say more about my mood at the time than the book.’

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it's the morning. it's rainy and grey out there (horsemouth has unleashed the chickens). soon the last of horsemouth's garland of mixcloud mixes.