'the tiniest incident' (allied to life)

horsemouth is heartened by the response to his substack post the sunny uplands of the now. (a whole two likes on substack and a like for the graphic substack generated for it). 

the sunny uplands of the now was an account of a typical saturday for horsemouth out in the wilds. (he has to admit that the chickens have great comic potential). 

it is closer to his usual style of recording  juxtaposed events, quotations, readings. in  involving life and argument as thoreau puts it somewhere (and better) but that horsemouth cannot find at the minute.

ok no. he's found it;

'I do not know but thoughts written down thus in a journal might be printed in the same form with greater advantage than if the related ones were brought together into separate essays. they are now allied to life, and are seen by the reader not to be far-fetched. it is more simple, less artful.'  - henry david thoreau, journals, 27th january 1852. 

so additionally (rather than instead) he repeats a quote by fernando pessoa; 

'the wise man makes his life monotonous for then even the tiniest incident becomes imbued with great significance.' - fernando pessoa. the book of disquiet, fragment 20[56], undated. 

howard has expressed an interest in the alula down gig. this would mean a train out of london at the latest by 8.10am (if the stage times stay the same at 11am).  he's also talking about zoom beers tomorrow (which would be welcome). 

tomorrow. delivering the eggs. posting a letter. taking the recycling bin down the drive.  (plus the usual chicken and garden stuff).

horsemouth has just been up for a walk on the common. he's probably going to head back outside to sit in the sun and read. 

he's found a note to himself to check the existence of the 0920 bus on a wednesday. 

the thing with substack is that it does attempt to 'instantly associate all literary labour with pecuniary award' (or at least with the play money of likes on the internet). it does tap into that have typewriter must hustle variety of hucksterism. it is not that writing and capitalism (or indeed anything and capitalism) can be mutually indifferent in our society, a society where everything is judged by the great yardstick of financial success. 

but still horsemouth prefers the play money of the internet to the real thing. but would he if he genuinely thought there was a risk of getting paid?