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Reader; Emperor of Solitude; self-ironising Don of #NorthJozi; Anarchosyndicalist Czar of All Tolstoyan Russian Multiverses; House Fuller-Hallim; Mr Havisham.
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Obsolescent isolate losing hearing & sight in the twilight of this incarnation. No trolls.
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"As a man grows older", pace Italo Svevo.

Speranza, però, non ancora senilità.

Hoe dan ook, zo ziet 53 eruit als hij zich opfrist.

Mejor vivo que muerto.

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(PS: we pass our imperial wishes to Brother Jude, who is fortunate to share the day with us).
Self portrait taken with mobile telephone camera, backed by bookcases on which fiction has been alphabetised by author surname from Elif Shafak and Carol Shields through Edmund White and Patrick White; aged 53 years and 8 hours.
acfick72.bsky.social
Later guys, my ride is here!
December 30, 2025 at 9:46 PM
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thepaleusher.bsky.social
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Daß die Sonne morgen aufgehen wird, ist eine Hypothese; und das heißt: Wir wissen nicht, ob sie aufgehen, wird.

Wittgenstein / TLP

It is an hypothesis that the sun will rise tomorrow: and this means that we do not know whether it will rise.
December 30, 2025 at 9:41 PM
acfick72.bsky.social
Mood: XXX. 🥳
December 30, 2025 at 9:04 PM
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Trying to get everything related to 2025 done before the calendar changes . . .
December 30, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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Could this contain insight into the year ahead? On the last day of 2019 the endoscopes (plural!) certainly did . . .

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Sediment at the bottom of a charcoal coloured espresso cup with a glazed white interior.
December 30, 2025 at 10:13 AM
acfick72.bsky.social
How one shall walk out of 2025.
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December 30, 2025 at 8:58 AM
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Vogelpoep met de twee koningen en twee koninginnen. 🤣

youtu.be/W9Nx_4yM2Jc?...
Brigitte Kaandorp – Staatsbanket (Eh... 2019)
YouTube video by Brigitte Kaandorp
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December 30, 2025 at 7:28 AM
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Morning in the #LateImperialLibrary, and it feels particularly chilly for high summer in #NorthJozi.

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Bookcases with fiction alphabetised by author surname from Dorothy Parker and Tim Parks to Philip Roth and Salman Rushdie. Bookcases of fiction alpbabetised by author surname from Carol Shields and Georges Simenon through Virginia Woolf and Richard Wright. A view across the trees at the bottom of the garden and the lift towers of the building downslope, and on the horizon, peeking up between the left-most lift tower and a yellow brick rooftop structure, the Leonardo, which one is told is South Africa's tallest building (fourth on the continent(. The pool surrounded by trees, and the remnants of the ha-ha at its western end.
December 30, 2025 at 6:51 AM
acfick72.bsky.social
Mood: XXIX. 🥳
December 30, 2025 at 5:34 AM
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steveshilstone.bsky.social
#cartoon
December 29, 2025 at 10:51 PM
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nmackenzie.bsky.social
Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people’s ideas, like listening to music (oh yes), like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach.

- Roberto Bolaño, 2666
Tr: Natasha Wimmer
December 30, 2025 at 1:24 AM
acfick72.bsky.social
not much of earthly goods or gain
ma' ons vryheid is 'n anner soort as húlle syn
▪️Adam Small, 2022 [1962]
Extract from "Bruin prediker" in Adam Small's KITAAR MY KRUIS (1962), reprinted in DIE MAAN IS SWART: GEDIGTE (2022). hulle vat die beste van alles net vi' hulle vas die beste job, die beste woongabied, dja tot die beste beach dié Christalik hou hulle vol, ma ons wiet hulle peach complexion is hulle God en hulle Jesus ... allright lat hulle dan agter hulle afgod skyl dis húlle hoë muur van Jerigo, wit muur van Jerigo
December 29, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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Don't wake me unless you love me
It takes too long to fall back to sleep
Don't wake me unless you're a friend of mine
I'd rather just fall back on my dreams

Have you seen me lately?
▫️Carly Simon, 1990

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Bookcases in Fiction Room A of the #LateImperialLibrary on which the volumes of fiction have been alphabetised by author surname from Margaret Atwood through André Brink.
December 29, 2025 at 7:39 PM
acfick72.bsky.social
"As a man grows older", pace Italo Svevo.

Speranza, però, non ancora senilità.

Hoe dan ook, zo ziet 53 eruit als hij zich opfrist.

Mejor vivo que muerto.

🫅🏾📚🤓📖📝🗝🚪🌳🌍⛈️

(PS: we pass our imperial wishes to Brother Jude, who is fortunate to share the day with us).
Self portrait taken with mobile telephone camera, backed by bookcases on which fiction has been alphabetised by author surname from Elif Shafak and Carol Shields through Edmund White and Patrick White; aged 53 years and 8 hours.
December 29, 2025 at 11:55 AM
acfick72.bsky.social
It's all of our birthdays this summer
One number older
Another year younger
I'll go to your party
You'll come to mine
We've given up cigarettes
We've given up wine
We've given up caffeine
And sworn off desserts
I don't try to seduce you
We don't even flirt
We're too good to be happy
Carly Simon 1990
December 29, 2025 at 6:16 AM
acfick72.bsky.social
Last day of 52, a status one shares with David J. H. Law, alas.

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Self portrait by mobile device camera in front of bookcases on which volumes of fiction are alphabetised by author surname, aged 52 years and 364 days.
December 28, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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Summer sunset with double rainbow over Johannesburg seen from #NorthJozi, on the downslope of the Witwatersrand ridge.

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View southwest into the cloudy and stormy sunset with the Brixton tower towards the right, and the trees of the mining magnate family's private estate on the left. Double rainbows on the left northeast of the Johannesburg city centre at stormy sunset. Due south with the Hillbrow tower beneath storm clouds patched with blue sky in the dying sunlight. Looking west-southwest, with a seven storeys tall plane tree under thunderclouds tinted orange and mauve by the setting sun.
December 28, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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Sunday afternoon tea in the #LateImperialLibrary as the summer thunderstorms roll over #NorthJozi; working through Jurek Becker's SLEEPLESS DAYS (1978), with yesterday's acquisitions on the left.

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From left to right: a stack of 7 books (top to bottom: Mikhail Lermontov's A HERO OF OUR TIME; Isaac Asminov's NIGHTFALL; Asimov's THE STARS, LIKE DUST; Asimov's LIVING SPACE; Octavia E. Butler's CLAY'S ARK; 2 hardbacks with their soines turned away—gifts for others); a little Yuletide diorama with two Playmobil figures in front of a plastic conifer styled as if dusted with snow; two red soapstone candle holders; a tablet; a black mug of tea with the Batman logo on it; in the foreground a copy of Jurek Becker's SLEEPLESS DAYS (1978). In the background are bookcases on which volumes of fiction have been arranged alphabetically by author surname.
December 28, 2025 at 12:41 PM
acfick72.bsky.social
Mood: XXVIII.
December 28, 2025 at 11:12 AM
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Yesterday's sunset with rainbow over #NorthJozi.

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Grey clouds over the lift towers of the buildinh downslope, with a rainbow to the northeast, and the light of the setting sun highlighting the tops of the towers from the southwest.
December 28, 2025 at 6:45 AM
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One was just sent a(nother) video of a resident of the Occidental hegemon being "stunned" at multilingual folks. One recalls teaching university classes in Johannesburg, South Africa (1996, and again 2011-2013), and many students could speak 4 to 6 languages. Multilingualism is unremarkable.
Cartoon of the account holder, in black jacket, grey trousers, and green tie, walking towards the red curtains at the right edge of a stage, dropping the mic, and a thought bubble contains the text, "Thus ends the week, not with a bang, but with a whimper."
December 27, 2025 at 7:35 PM
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Mood: XXVII.
December 27, 2025 at 3:34 PM
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Nowadays, many readers want fiction to reflect their own lives back to them, in texts which are judged 'relatable'. […] I wanted books to tell me about the world out there, to take me away from myself and my surroundings.
▫️Julian Barnes, 2024

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Extracts from Julian Barnes's preface to Vladimir Nabokov's translation (with Dmitri Nabokov) of Mikhail Lermontov's A HERO OF OUR TIME (1958 [1840]) for the 2024 Quercus/riverrun edition from the 2002 Ardis edition. There are some books which follow us all through our reading lives. They remain the same, while we change; sometimes we outgrow them, declining to be moved by what now seems an excess of either sentimentality or bleakness. The best ones, as we revisit them at intervals, reveal new depths and subtleties – for which we may be tempted to praise ourselves; in fact, they are merely teaching us how to read better.
December 27, 2025 at 11:53 AM
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Mood: XXVI.
December 27, 2025 at 5:48 AM
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Absolutely this.
“The worst slavery is that of heavily indoctrinated happy morons who adore their chains and cannot wait to thank their masters for the joy of their subservience.”
December 26, 2025 at 3:56 PM