And It's Weird That Weird Can Be Both Or Rather All Four... 😉

Start/Slut no 3 / Anakron Fejl. Fra klippeafsatsen kan jeg se ned gennem hele dalen. Længere end egentlig muligt, da der ikke er nogen horisont. Det er ikke underligt. Selv det fjerneste, og det er virkelig fjernt, som til månen og retur-langt væk, står krystalskarpt. Jeg plejer vist ikke at være særlig skarpsynet, tværtimod. Udenfor dalen her, er jeg nok nærmere sådan en der nusser rundt uden…

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And if... Only in another dream. That would be a nightmare. Other you's from other dreams makes my reality. Some kinda balance, I guess... 🤔

“You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.”

— Sylvia Plath

He looked out over the valley, all the way to the next range of low mountains. Against the sky he could just see the castle about ten miles deeper into the countryside. Or into the wild, as civilization got scarce further up on the high plains. He loved that view. Went to have a look every day. He had just left his favorite café, belly filled with good solid local food and cheap beer. His intention was to get to that castle in the horizon. There should be a tiny village too,clinging to the edge of what must be an abyss-like fall, from that highest point in the region. But he hesitated. It would be more than half a day of walking, more or less cross-country, and now the afternoon-heat was at its highest. He convinced himself, that it would be certain sunstroke if not suicide to set out today. He thought of the café, one more cold beer, and shrugged. He had no time-schedule, what was the hurry? It was an easy decision. Maybe tomorrow. He simply assumed that tomorrow would be at his service. Why not? It had been there, ready for him, every morning for so many years. Tomorrow it was! While going back for that cold beer, he was content with himself. He would start out early. That made much more sense. Tomorrow. Life's easy, he thought. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (The area where...) #serradesaomamede #marvão #castelodevide #tomorrow #foolingyourself #easyliving #decisions #daysgoneby #time #iftomorrowcomes #onedaycloser #inthemorning #whatif #hesitate #thisistheareawheresomeofmynovelwilltakeplacebutwhoreallycaresimnotsureidoso (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Serra de São Mamede)

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.

Tågen letter...

UDSIGT TIL IKKE MEGET. -EN (FORKORTET) TEKST OM TÅGES ADSKILLIGE FORDELE.  (Og fordi jeg har en svaghed for GIF’er…) Tågen var egentlig ganske rar. Den var en aldeles naturlig grund til ikke at se ret langt. Et beskyttende lag. Og en ret præcis spejling af hvad der var indenfor. Bag de ekstra nærsynede næsten blinde øjne, der kunne være lukkede uden den store forskel.  Men tåge har det med…

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Som var ord... (Uddrag:) Hov, undskyld. Der var lige et slip, et sug i maven, en bid afstand, en mundfuld tomhed. Et rum imellem eller et hul i rummet. Som en gammel radios vaklen mellem to stationer. Den svage knitren eller susen eller hvem der hørte det hvordan, var lyden af en hurtig men holdbar sammensvejsning. Eller en zappen fra en stor finger, sådan stikkende ned fra en sky på en skyfri himmel, det må man gerne tro. Det vigtigste: At få lappet hullet, lagt den smalle kløft hen under en bro, få vognen spændt for hesten, slutningen trukket hen over begyndelsen, hvordan det end dækkes til med klumper af ord: Det blev gjort så skånsomt at det næsten ikke blev gjort. Men det blev det! Et stearinlys der netop er pustet ud, har et kort øjeblik en lille glød på vægen. Dét hastigt svindende lyspunkt sender en tynd stribe op, et signal. Der siger at lyset er slukket. Men også at det kan tændes igen, uden at være gået HELT ud. Altså at samme flamme kan genskabes, hvis man er hurtig. Jaja, man kan altid tænde lyset igen, men så er det anden flamme. En ny og anderledes, ikke den der var. Uanset hvor meget den anstrenger sig for at ligne, og mange lader sig narre. Er man kvik, kan samme flamme gentændes, og måske var det hvad der skete. Eller noget andet, som den guddommelige pegefinger, eller hvad man vælger at se. Eller-eller, det betyder mindre hvordan: Det er nu igen muligt at huske i alle retninger. Uden at gå lige ind i en endevæg eller skvatte over en startlinje. (Forts på): https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=3714839511886745&id=100000821994936 ELLER https://wp.me/p419Yf-ub #mantelmomento #danielmantel #prosa #fiktion #dansk #athuske #RIP #hukommelse #erindringer #slutninger #begyndelser #atfåhevettidligerehusketmedsomhvaddervilblivehusketogsåpåtværsaflivogdød (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Between Dimensions) https://www.instagram.com/p/CL2A_BahmoJ/?igshid=jxjhuh66l2s7

Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.

Søren Kierkegaard (via philosophybits)

As said by a fellow dane, so very true.

That IS a possibility...

“Look at it, look at the mess we’ve made. Things have fallen apart, we have fallen apart. God, we used to love each other so much and now, all that rests between us is a mortal silence. A wall of silence so thick it cannot be broken with words nor looks. Nothing. And maybe, but only maybe, We just weren’t meant to be.”

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