This Is An Eye. As You Can See. Unless You're Blind. Blindness Has Often Nothing To Do With The Eye.
This is an eye. As you can see. Unless you're blind. Blindness has often nothing to do with the eye. But with the way it's used. Or misused. Anyway, you see the world around you, and call it reality. Rather realities, according to the many different persons. Perception of reality… So far so good. Or not, depending on the eye that see. But we agree, most of us, that looking in a mirror, you see yourself. Eye to eye, so to see. But modern science rips that illusion apart. Any object reacts to being watched. That's a fact. So the eye you see in the mirror are cheating you. Actually, you can't be sure it's you looking at you. It might be another you. Or another eye. Watching you. When you walk away from the mirror, you don't know. If there's an eye staring out. You will never know. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/vaagn-op/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #eye #whatyousee #mirror #youwillneverknow #uneasy #realitycheck #laurieandthestoryof (Somehow...) #iamsofuckingtiredofpeoplejudgingeachotherbystupidsuperficialstuffandnotaspersonswhichhasnothingtodowiththisbutwtf (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Mirror Reveal)
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https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/fordelen-ved-fiktiv-symbiose/ Danish prose. Short summary / english version: I'm walking along this road, not quite sure if I'm awake or asleep. Anyway, an american native is entering the picture, also maybe a dog, or is it a bicycle? I'm trying hard to focus on reality, but can't tell what is real and what is my imagination of reality. Or if there's any difference. Not sure if it matters at all. Not sure if I matter. THEN my saviour happens to wrinkle his way out of my fictive world. Putting things straight, even though he himself is an unfinished story. Me telling him is still in progress. Despite that, he guides me through the mess of mixed reality and fiction. And I happily accept, that my real worlds are nothing but that. Fictive. So the symbiosis of my fictive figure and me works perfect. No more stray indians or wobbling bicycles or maybe-dogs. Just me walking on a road. Or rather, me telling the story of me walking on a road. Am I being told. The indian drops down behind the horizon. Ahead of me, and then something with mirrors. But that might just be fiction. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/fordelen-ved-fiktiv-symbiose/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso (Yes, right: The person that helps me on my way...) #filtered #prose #danish #novelinthemaking #reality #fiction #mix (On quite some levels) #road #night #streetlight #justanotherspinofffromtherealstoryaboutsenhorpassoandlaurieandmeandalotofotherpeoplethroughmanyyearsturningintoanovelthatmightnotbefinisheduntill2020or21idontknow (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: On My Way)
What a spectacular sunset! We almost didn't believe our eyes. Or maybe it was my mind playing with us. Or reality interfering rudely and a bit exaggerated with our little world. The day had been more or less as any other. As any day is more or less as any other… . For anyone and everybody. So-called real or called any- and everything else, like fictive. As, I guess, we'd be. But we had for a long time doubted those terms and what they tried to define. Not very precise, though. Back to the day, with such a surprising ending. Me and my friends, Senhor Passo, Laurie, the 'I', and our DIY-specialist, the 'he' that could turn into anyone, including a 'she'. And useful in any time; past, present and future… We had endured the normality of a normal day; quite an ordeal for us. For anyone. At this time of the year also the climate to add. All in all one of those days, where we longed to be anywhere else. And then this sunset! Unexpected, and not fitting the story. The endgame weren't supposed to take place here. What to do? Changing the story was considered too difficult. Though not written, as such, it would be all wrong with the four or five of us here, in Denmark at this time of year. I, as the master of us all, took a decision: This sunset was either geographically totally misplaced… Or fiction. We all agreed on fiction. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #novelinprogress #shortstory #sunset #meandmystory #fiction #reality #tobecontinued #prose #danish #thisisjustonemorepresentingmymaincharactersinthatnovelstillonthedrawingboardorinmyheadwhichisthesamesowtf (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: I Min Seng)
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Sanserne er jaget vildt. Specielt øjnene er udsatte. Sæsonen er åben for anskydninger og vingeklip, camoufleret som lystige glimt og genskin. Solen har ubemærket taget sin venlige maske på, overvældende blændende jovial, kammeratlig, en rigtig guttermand. Det er utænkeligt at den skulle være en lusket djævel. Sådan nogle rare gule stråler. Det er først når den brænder sig ind i hovedskallen…
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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 you probably write a lot better too...
I know I do. Free thoughts, free words, free mind... 😁
The best thing to happen to my writing was the realization that I could write whatever the fuck I wanted and no one could stop me and honestly when you stop caring what other people think you will be set free.
I sure hope so... 😊
It took Michaelangelo four years to paint the Sistine Chapel. It took Da Vinci four years to paint the Mona Lisa. Van Gogh created Starry Night only a year before he died. So be patient with your progress and take all the time you need, for you too are creating a masterpiece.
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