VINGEFANGET. Bare én Uge Med Hovedet Under Vingen… Bare én! Så Vi Kan Passe Os Selv. Og Passe På

Variationer over Knust Vindue.

Variationer over Knust Vindue.

DEN SÆDVANLIGE VRØVLEN OM NOGET SIMPELT.

Det er et ægte mysterium. Detektiven hives frem. Støves af og opdateres; moderne metoder og arbejdslegat fra Statens Kunstfond. Optimale betingelser. Rapporten vil ligge på redaktørens bord til julesalget. Men det er ikke for amatører, det kræver sin mand. Som er en kvinde, gerne inter-skandinavisk. Det har vist sig effektivt. Hun spidser mund og pen,…

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ESCAPE PLAN This is a detailed plan for a complete escape. Can't you see it? Well, then you don't need to escape. It's so cleverly drawn, that only those in real need of getting out can see it. If it only looks like untouched snow, a bit of sky, solid concrete, or a sheet of paper waiting to be filled, then it's simple: You need no escape. Sit back and relax. But for those of us that see a map-like plan with important notes, it's vital. A question of surviving! The way out, a route to avoid trouble. No matter from what. And yes of course, including yourself. A very ingenious mind has made this plan. Or just plain desperate; a mind in immediate need to disappear from the grid. What or who, it doesn't matter: This IS the way out. Get going! If not seeing any plan, you're either deceiving yourself. Or happy where you are. Then stay and keep this a picture of nothing. More or less. Don't think. That'll make you see. It can be tempting. But it's a trap. And the escape plan will show itself… Right here. Now. See? #mantelmomento #danielmantel (Escaping TO:) #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #escape #snow #overload #toomuch #plan #plain #unvisible #thechosenfew #wayout #justanotherphotoofsomesnowmadeintoashortstoryrathersimplebutforreallikeinrealitymineincludedoronlyminewhocares (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)

Hende Laurie… Det første han lærer, er tallet nul. 0. At komme talrækken til bunds. Ovenfra, hvis der er noget op og ned på tal.

More or less from one day to the next, they forgot. It had been coming for years, even decades. A few had noticed, but named it something else. A new invention in the ever accelerating digital world. Some positive or unavoidable thing. Anything digital. Connected to development, innovation, progress… It's a win/win. Another much used term; guaranteed to hide the truth. But suddenly, one fine day, everybody on the planet had forgotten. Words. Letters. Sentences. How to write, speak, communicate. Apparently for no reason. They began all over. They had to. Some with 0'es and 1'es. Trying to reprogram languages. That failed, no surprise. Other started scratching in modern caves. In the beginning just almost indecipherable signs. Trying hard to express something. Almost with impatience. Even with a kind of anger. Forgetting seems to create very strong feelings. Let's hope we find a way to describe that. I hope, but have no words for that. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/ #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #shortstory #prose #fiction #lift #language #words #communication #justsaying #serversdown #startingalloveragain #withoutwords #justmyvisionandthoughtsaftertoomuchdigitalinputandnotatleastthatannoyingfacebook (Usual one-off hashtag)

Hide'n seek... Getting closer to the you! 😉

“What’s yours will find you.”

— Unknown

😂... Too good not to repeat! 👍

If you throw away a trash can into another, you’ve committed trashcannibalism.

QUIZ...

QUIZ…

QUIZ MED TYNDT LITTERÆRT LAG FERNIS.

Her er 3 tekster. 3 påstande, relativt kortfattede. Én hører til det viste foto. De 2 andre har et fiktivt forhold til billedet; ren løgn. Tre tekster, selvstændige eller afsnit fra noget andet. Hvoraf de 2 altså er misvisende. De kan høre til noget andet, eller ikke. Det er uvedkommende. Yderligere påstande har intet med dette at gøre, skulle de snige sig…

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And again... And again... If necessary 😉

reminder: you can start over at anytime. your day is not ruined. your world is not over. take a deep breath. start over.

Well written! 👍

Dudes, just write. Stop asking me if you should start/continue/finish what you’re writing despite have x, y, or z problem. If you want to write I am in NO WAY authorized to tell you when to stop/start. That’s up to you and always will be.

If you think “no one will ever genuinely like this” you are 100% wrong. 100%. Think about all the trash out there that has fans. I wrote stuff when I was twelve that had more genuine fans among my family/classmates than ANYTHING I never shared with another living soul. It’s impossible to write something no one will like.

If you think “I’ll never finish it so why even bother?” you’re only depriving yourself, man. That’s like saying, “I like this cookie, but I can’t eat the whole bag. Guess I won’t even try one.” ????? Just write the story, to hell with endings. Some of the best works in the world went unfinished by the author/composer/architect, yet we admire the heck out of them. Maybe, instead of thinking you’ll never finish something, tell yourself this is the one you will finish (and repeat it until you do).

If you feel “this hurts to write, I’m too close to the subject material” either set it aside or full speed ahead. You MUST know how many classics, prize winners, and life changers came from someone’s very real pain and experience. Addicts, traumatized persons, victims, quite often they find solace and healing in writing about their experiences. Most importantly, so do their readers.

If you want to write, write. Otherwise only you are standing in the way of what you want.

There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)