ESCAPE PLAN This Is A Detailed Plan For A Complete Escape. Can't You See It? Well, Then You Don't Need
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)
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Indescribable
As a writer, in every story I write I feel like I’m leaving out something really, really important, but I can never figure out what it is.
And I don’t suppose I’ll ever be satisfied with anything I write until I can get that indescribable thing onto my paper.
And I know I’m not the only writer who thinks this way.
Uvist Fri
Uvist hvor. Uden for nogens viden. Uden præcise koordinater, næsten væk. Måske bag en horisont. Eller den næste. Jeg er dog klassificeret som en vækst. Det berører ikke mig, og ingen rører mig, og så er jeg næsten ikke mig, heldigvis, blot en vækst. Uvist hvor. Min eneste tid, her hvor tid tøver, ophører, opløses. Min eneste tid er vinter og sommer. Sommer og vinter,…
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I see myself from the back. From inside the restaurant. I'm alive and happy. That means I took the hard way in. Not the easy way out. For some time I wasn't sure. That time is now. Seeing a picture of myself in the near future, free and letting time be time, not allowing thoughts to interfere or take control, and giving my mind access to whatever words is worth writing, not by any assignment or deadline, and... There's really nothing else to say. I had a choice. The tempting easy way out; just caving in. Or the hard way in; a maze with almost impossible obstacles the way out. It's still ahead of me. But seeing myself from the back, tells me everything. No matter what I must do to be there. Again. Happy and free. Being me. Just me, only me. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (At least geographically...) #me #hardway #being #meandmystory #meandmymind #lisbon #wayin #portugal #home #aperiodintimewithsomeharddifficultiesofdifferentkindslowlyturningsotheeasywaybecomeslessattractiveandthewayinopensup (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Lisbon, Portugal)
The past was always there, lived inside of you, and it helped to make you who you were. But it had to be placed in perspective. The past could not dominate the future.
Barbara Taylor Bradford (via purplebuddhaquotes)
But it's a close contender... The past CAN be used as a positive way to the future. Or MIGHT be... Otherwise true; often a roadblock.
And even if you don't eat your toast, don't drink your tea... The sun WILL come up.
“The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.”
— Rhian Ellis
Red just seems natural in autumn. But this red was alive. And not a very friendly creature. It peeled itself of and started attacking. With the very effective active red crane in overdrive. Swinging wildly as a fast forward movie. Motions and movements as fast as a Raptor with rabies. The little gathered group of humans was swallowed in one big sweep. In the fragment of a second. And then they were all red. Melting, literally, into that autumns somewhat rare more-red-than-ever months. Instantly becoming part of the natural decomposition. Rapidly decaying. And for the helpful worms to get into action, the frantic cranes threw around dirt and soil. So the bodies soon was unmarked graves. Some so taken by surprise, not expecting the process being in almost ridiculous at least grotesque uptempo speed. And ever accelerating. Beyond what is possible. Those few people turning up in lalaland to watch the red in action, was a buried bag of bones with no bag before their skulls could say "why red?" Indeed a good question. The answer was just a silent but frightening collective growl from all the spreading red. And cranes roaring up through the sky, leaving open wounds pouring out, of course, massive vomit of red. Red was soon the colour of the first flakes of snow; and even the wind was howling in red. A few months later the universe was monochrome. And had never been anything but red. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #red #autumn #scarytimes #imagination #cranes #gellerup #helhedsplan #howaninnocentpicturecanturnveryevilandstarttotakeovertheworld (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Mudderbad Helhedsplan Gellerup / Toveshøj)
FIKTION.
(“Mod Kernen” note 2…)
Nu siver vi gennem glasset. Forbavsende let, begge lag hjælper lidt til. Skubber blødt på. Ikke noget med at splintres eller hvad vinduer plejer. Et øjeblik hænger vi, lige udenfor, med ryggen mod det bløde glas, intet at holde fast i. Vi kigger ned fra sjette sal på fliser og beton, mærker næsten faldet begynde. Før billedet af vores kvaste kroppe når at blive til, mærker…
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DAGEN.
Det var egentlig en ret ordinær dag. Vinter, men ikke noget ekstremt. Morgenen havde lagt et slør over udsigten, en blanding af støvregn og tåge i lette gardiner. Fra jeg vågnede, nok også før, var jeg en smule melankolsk. Men det er ikke noget nyt, og kunne være så meget værre. Det var den slags vemod der også varmer og er meget rar at nusse lidt om. Når jeg sætter mig lidt op i sengen, kan…
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Kattetur-retur. For en del år siden, måske helt tilbage til før vi blev ældre, gik vi en tur.
Here’s a question for your soul; How many times can a broken thing break? And the Gods whispered: Let’s see, shall we?
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
Spot on...
