yesterday.
horsemouth wandered into ewyas harold to get some bread and post a letter.
he wasn't convinced that the shop would be open (because it was a bank holiday). but it was and mission accomplished.
in a way it is a relief to be able to do something active.
anyway was soon time for the 13:00 news. (which he listened to as he typed this).
horsemouth tried book divination
he tried it with history and utopia and imagined communities and frankly the results were scary rather than gnomic - history and utopia gave him tyranny concentrating into one big tyranny, imagined communities gave him the linguistic nationalisms of europe.
in the booklet for the ecstatic music of alice coltrane turiyasangitananda sufiya botofasina (keyboard player with the ashram choir) says;
'no person ever wants to see their childhood home sold.'
this will have to do for a title.
he watched the drifting life of himeshiro on youtube.
the weather was surprisingly good and rain free (sunny even).
in the night (well the morning) a dream about being in a van at a festival with too many issues of the WIRE magazine everywhere.
a greyish, coolish morning.
actually it's a beautiful morning with bright sunlight and drifting white seeds or pollen.
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