diaries
there's nothing from kafka until 19th april 1916 in keeping with horsemouth's diary laws. he can't publish a kafka diary entry until that one (so that we are moving through kafka's inertia and writer's block at the speed that he is. wishing that we were in the earlier chapters where he was actually writing the stories that would make him famous etc.)
five years ago horsemouth was first introduced to remote working (and shortly thereafter he was out of the workforce). as he remarked to ben it was the paying into a pension that did it, no maybe it was covid.
' oh, wonder!
how many goodly creatures are there here!
how beauteous mankind is! o brave new world,
that has such people in ’t!'
true horsemouth has derived great compensation from the messaging apps - last night a chat with ben (after another friend vanished), there's the regular zoom beers with howard etc. other friendships are pretty much on the I'll-see-you-when-I-see-you basis.
yesterday instead of going for a wander on the common horsemouth went down behind the abbey and across the valley to the dore river and then up along it.
a bridge (largely used by farm animals) across the dore had collapsed (severing a foot path), similarly the banking alongside the river had been eroded making using the main footpath difficult.
horsemouth turned back just before he reached the orchard.
further along are the abbey dore workshouses. there has even been a book about them by a local historian.
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it's a greyish morning (but yesterday didn't turn out so bad). horsemouth awakes beset by memories (get away from me you mutts).
still it means he can have coffee.
online horsemouth discovered a rory gallagher album of (mostly) acoustic guitar songs. some of them were duets - with bert jansch, with martin carthy. here we have rory solo doing the cuckoo.
'jack of diamonds
jack of diamonds
you're the cruelest
card I know...'
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