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Friday, August 20, 2010

Night #2 in Base-Camp Shambles '73:

Sky ridiculously bright last night, despite clouds. Apocalyptically bright. So bright I didn't need my Scaredy-Cat LED Night-Lamp tm.

Rained all night, off and on, but tent dry. No were-animal attacks, tho a fox started yelping at 3am fairly near the tent, either in our garden or the neighbours. It was a weird cross between a quasi-dog noise and a mentally-disturbed child. My wife says that when some Londoner types moved down to The Marsh, the first time they heard a fox they phoned the police and told them "a baby was being murdered".

I think it was a fox. But it might've been Loki, lost and out of his mind at a Prefuse 73 gig.

Prefuse 73. Might have to have a word wi' that fella - Scott Whatsisname - about his appropriation of my own personal sacred.numerology thing. I am kinda curious where he got that number from.

Going for a piss behind a bush in the rain-smeared small hours is a bit of a drag, tho this whole experience is starting to become strangely life-affirming. Little differences - breaks from the life-cycle ruts - can often become almost Nietzschian.

Need coffee.

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