Really a peculiar character if all connected... 😁
Always tucks their shoelaces into their socks
Refuses to sleep with a clock in their room
Keeps a caprisun in their purse just in case
Only has bandages with cartoon characters
Collects hair accessories but never does anything with them
Wears socks on their hands to sleep
Wears cardigans, gets ticked off if someone else shows up with one on
Eats Nutella out of the jar as a snack
Pretends to talk to pretty people in the mirror—in full sight
Skips because they claim it’s faster than running
Wears fingerless gloves everywhere
Carries a pack of cards in their pocket
Has a flannel around their waist—Emergency Flannel
Lies down on the floor at random times because their back hurts
Pretends to take notes but really looks at sensory and aesthetic pictures
Breaks into school lockers for candy
Grabs people’s wrists really hard when they get worried to the point of pain
Won’t stop singing whenever they’re doing something
Cites made up DnD statistics when they watch people
Always has headphones in, but really they’re on an app that amplifies sound so they can hear everything.
Carries around snacks like raw onions
Eats clovers for ‘luck’
Oh no, not again. Annoying! It still takes him by surprise. And gets harder, almost making him wonder if it's worth it. Dragging his barefooted soul up. Again. But if he doesn't, his soul will freeze and might wander off, find a random pair of shoes, no matter how he'll then look and be looked upon. Not that he cares much, and less for each time. With a tired sigh he starts. Only three steps, but each one making the soles of his feet bleed. Why is it so important? To stand on top of something, pretending to be at the top of something. United body and soul; a fictional construction anyway. Just looking the part. And to be able to overlook whatever: He lost interest in that whatever many steps ago. But, and with boredom, he, his soul and bare feet, will get there. Out of breath, he'll squeeze into those shoes. And will again be firmly rooted. Unable to move, but an example of achievement. He's quite disgusted with himself. Careful! That could make him misjudge, stumble, slip... He really can't cope with just one additional step. But he'll get there. And the shoes might not be too uncomfortable: He'll fit the expected posture. Again. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter (As always, somehow:) #laurieandthestoryof & #primeiroproximopasso #steps #shoes #reality #fiction #postures #soul #fuckedup #tired #pretending #iftheshoefits #stupidity #meandmymind #ladder #seeingthrough #sotiredofthewaysinthecirclesimovearoundinandtheeverongoingattempttobethenewestofthenewestorsomethingonthetopoftherankingthateveryonedeniesexistbutisafactsoobviousthatitsalmostfunny (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: 22below)
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Den sidste før den Første. Så simpelt. Så enkelt. Som en leg! Før apokalypsens 47 ryttere samler sig i dække af igår.
En virkelig virtuel virkelighed.
Måske er dette bare et røgslør. Eller kun røg der ikke dækker over noget. Tricks fra en andenrangs tryllekunstner i et omrejsende fallitbo af et cirkus på en gudsforladt mark udenfor kragernes vendekreds. Måske. Eller det kan være evigtgyldige sandheder, diskret pakket ind i krøllede brune papirord og lukket med stumper af slidte sætningssnore. Måske er det allerede en træt blanding, et dødfødt…
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Danish prose at https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/05/23/fejlspejl-spejlfejl/ English summary: GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT. Then you end up here. As expected. You can see the light at the end of the tunnel. You start to walk. As you're supposed to do. It takes a while before the lights gets brighter, before you can begin to see what it's made of. There's some movement, shifting shadows, and even a figure. Your movement towards the light is timeless, so you don't know when you realize. If it has been hours or days. Time doesn't matter. And in some peculiar way you don't react with fear or panic. When you see. It is nothing but a reflection. Of the light at the other end. The light is a mirror, where you can see yourself and the light so far away. At the other end. And you know that it is a mirror too. You wonder why it doesn't scare you. Maybe it's the lack of time. You turn and start walking. #mantelsroman.wordpress.com #mantelmomento #danielmantel #gotowardsthelight #mirrormirror #reflection #neardeathexperience #cheat #timeless #experienced #udenfilter #learningbydoing #whatmattersmost #eternity #betweenlifeanddeath #decisions #nothingreallymatters #being #aliveorjustbreathing #carefree #heavenorhell #andwhoreallycaresicertainlydontthisisjustthefirstofafewwaysoutfromfacebookandothertimerobberssowhattheandsoon... (Usual one-off hashtag) https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/05/23/fejlspejl-spejlfejl/ (her: Tunnel Of Light)
Jul, om ikke andet. Jul, om ikke andet. Hvordan kan det være svært, at finde noget at skrive om? Med alt det der sker. Ude i verden. (Som det hedder, også selv om det er 'inde' i vores). Krige har der altid været, men et par stykker af dem med stor mediebevågenhed har nogle ubehagelige konsekvenser og er potentielt yderst 'smittefarlige'. Og nåja ("nåja"!), der er et klima der begynder at vise…
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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.
So many of us...
“You discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable. First, restlessness. The second symptom, absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an illness - monotony, boredom, and death. Millions live like this, or die like this, without knowing.”
— Anaia Nin
Afladninger / Kulturmødet Mors. DETTE ER REN PR FOR "AFLADNINGER" VERSION X / PERFORMANCE UDEN TILHØRENDE UDSTILLING: "THE MISSING LINK" MELLEM DOKK1 MARTS '17 OG ÅBY BIB FEBRUAR '18.
Min Mund. Min Verden. Og de andres… ADVARSEL! LÆNGERE STYKKE PROSA. UDEN ÉT OVERFLØDIGT ORD. FØR DET ER NØDVENDIGT... Min mund ryster på fingrene.