horsemouth realised he could scaledown the images to make it possible to fit them all on one screen (and then take a screengrab of that).
and so he did. (click the image to enlarge if you can't quite see anything)
it begins with horsemouth's early days (in pop(u)lar and in porto) but curiously seem to end with him round howard's in east ham or down in the basement flat in hackney. it is as much a collage of time(s) as it is of space(s)/ place(s).yesterday horsemouth was sat outside in the sun reading tales of unease by sir arthur conan doyle. he's read the ring of thoth (egypto-shocker), lord of the chateau noir read, the new catacomb (romano-shocker).
it was a sunny day. he wandered across the common to the village shop and then up the road to deliver some eggs. thereafter outside reading. nasturtiums are coming up (so far no sign of anything else).
it will be the day after the vernal equinox when you read this. the days are not only getting longer (as they have been since the winter solstice) but we have passed the halfway point on our ascension up to the summer solstice (gaining about 4 minutes a day).
sadly the weather is about to go a bit shit again (rainy from this evening and getting colder). still the day should be decent.
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'history (and the people of the third world) will judge us harshly for our failure to stop this genocide (in gaza). as it (and they) will judge us harshly over sudan, yemen, syria, libya, iraq, afghanistan and over our treatment of refugees from these conflicts and from others.'
this is how horsemouth feels about the gaza/ west bank thing. but as the thing with the pause round trump's inauguration shows, only the US can stop it.
and the US isn't going to.
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