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episode ninety-four / somebody requested the copy of Oram's An Individual Note that i've had on loan for about a decade [i was worried they'd throw it away if it was on the shelf, so just kept renewing it] / i have a paperback copy i found in the Amnesty bookshop that i lent to my friend but i think he thinks it was maybe a gift at this point? / whatever; both of these things are fine

episode ninety-three / six / months / ago

episode ninety-two / clutter / rattle / phones in the other room

episode ninety-one / rain / by Murray's Monument & The Dark Outside's temporary radio transmitter on a particularly wet Sunday morning / recorded beneath a dripping... gazebo, i guess?

episode ninety / work something of a blur / forlorn stock fading in unattended windows / tiny blue plaques marking the addresses of servicemen killed in WW1 a punctuation of futility and despair

episode eighty-nine / i struggle to imagine getting tired of the sound of running water / or the strange tubular snap-back reverb of plastic drainpipes for that matter / gulls i can never quite make my mind up about... {oh, & apologies for slightly over-shooting the 10 day window on this one; work innit, though, equally, a tiny bit of my own innate distractedness. Anyway I think i've pretty much posted within the 24 hour window so i think we're still effectively on schedule}

episode eighty-eight-b/ anyway, a bank holiday is an ideal day for a bonus episode / but i've been a little fixated on 88 anyhow - it's two double loops, right? - so made these episodes as two [uneven, ungainly, unseamless yet seamless] loops that loop / so this episode and

episode eighty-eight-a / will loop seamlessly / the two installments working as a cheap 3:20 infinity i guess / the title's an ancient palindrome and, though i appreciate that a palindrome is not quite the same as a loop, i think the form is akin enough to apply to this and the bonus episode

episode eighty-seven / TINY SOUNDS, BUT SOUNDS . . . OPEN DARK DITCHES IN THE FACE / i was encouraged to think that the book about Lenin's embalmers i bought would be a lot funnier than it is; it's mainly sad with a dash of grim absurdity; ah, well / i can - unsurprisingly - recommend Le Guin's The Word For World Is Forest from title on down though; which isn't to say that too isn't sad, y'know but, well, i guess it's the consolations of fiction, right?

episode eighty-six / i'm not going to lie - this episode's been kicking about a while & i'm faintly terrified that i've already posted it under a different title / if i have, i'm confident it wasn't as a ｐａｔｚｒ ｒａｄｉｏ episode / still, apologies; i almost deferred it *again* but, then that'd just be compounding the problem, right?