Snow and shuttered senbei shop

We are having some Weather.

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Night trimming

Early February on the border

Hallowed purveyor of the permanent wave

Futon stacks at ten to one

Shop shakin' the ground Mr. Shakin' sir, I'm-a askin' and a-pleadin' on mah bended knee.

A gaze into deep Chiba

Hey Moon

3-chōme detail 1

Heathcliff♪ It's me

Thinking about becoming one of those people who likes frogs so much that it becomes a serious problem for me and others around me

when a flock of birds flies overhead I like to mute my music as a sign of respect

The cheering ghostly sound of disco people in disco clothes 50 years ago trying to recreate the sounds of, at most, 10 years before. youtu.be/6ZS5_8JUE3M?...

The Downtown Lights

'Oui, tu es le bonheur / le morceau de beurre / qui rend la vie si / délicieuse' youtu.be/WYGJULqMlgA?...

'Till humorns imaginära sfär, det är där Vi är' youtu.be/Gsh7BChr0M8?...

'Maybe all lifelong searches end like this, I tell myself, as I begin the steep climb back to my hotel, and the only verdict on all my activities, on my life, in fact, contained in the withheld kindliness of the slowly and inexorably descending night.'

Prevailing mood.

'Well, said the old woman, holding a whining black poodle in her arms, 'it's international. It can go anywhere. It doesn't need translation. And its manifestation is the displacement of air.'

'I really felt like singing aloud, like doing something insane in this elated state I was in; it is always when you see that you actually count for something in other people's eyes that you begin to feel some sense, some purpose, in your own existence.'

Hey Moon

I can't get off the

'Have you not seen one of our kings killed at sport? And was not one of his ancestors killed by a bump from a pig? Aeschylus was warned against a falling house; he was always on the alert, but in vain: he was killed by the shell of a tortoise which slipped from the talons of an eagle in flight.'

'𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴'𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, thought Ivy. But she drowned the retort in a swallow of stout. Three husbands had taught her that though you might be right, saying so to men only made matters worse. It was good stout. She was relishing it.'

Early stroll. It’s misty; I can hardly see the cemetery in front of my face. From a distance I must be looming. A FOR SALE sign sprouts from a hedge. My stroll is a measurement of time and space. A cockerel’s theme and variations.

Mexborough Bus Station sign with the old South Yorks Transport Executive font goes incredibly hard

if I were a pro ice skater and I fell during my performance I would spend the rest of the routine just scooting and writhing and sliding my whole body across the ice

Fucked up that there are 100k mountains under the sea. Whole-ass mountain ranges where wet creatures congregate.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a hand-saw.

Fish Waterville, MN

Good to softly tiptoe past a duck siesta.

'Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday have now passed in review before the reader; the events of each day, its hopes and fears, mortifications and pleasures have been separately stated, and the pangs of Sunday only now remain to be described, and close the week.'

Here Comes Midweek

WEL COME TO

Happy Road

Morning in the city

'It is not that the comic is unserious and the tragic serious. The comic is capable of the highest seriousness, in life and in art; whereas the attempted tragic or bad tragic may be pretentious lying nonsense not capable of seriousness at all.'

Rescued my early 2000s CD/MD player from years in a cardboard box in the spare room. Thought the damp and dust had killed it but after thoroughly cleaning and warming it up it whirred into life and gladdened my heart. Welcome back to the living room, and sorry I neglected you old pal.

'People strike sparks off each other, that is what I try to note down. But mark well, they only do this when they are talking together. After all we don't write letters now, we telephone. And one of these days we are going to have TV sets which lonely people can talk to and get answers back.'

Here Comes Midweek

'He ran over the headings of his speech: Irish hospitality, sad memories, the Three Graces, Paris, the quotation from Browning. He repeated to himself a phrase he had written in his review: 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵-𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤.'

Hey Moon

This is such a wonderful analysis of a very late Bowie song Touching on so many things, it’s beautifully written and presented Thanks @leahkardos youtu.be/Iub7Fcga3uA?...

'On the radio was some oboe music, full of formal resignation, and I started to feel those old waves of sadness, as if outside the house were nothing but grey wet fields and other buildings made of grey wet stone and people in clumsy, ugly clothes and strange hats.'

Enjoyed the clouds this evening.

This is the start of the updated Dance To The Music Of Time @idca.bsky.social