Note 1.0 '20 / Kragenatøje & Still.

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.

GENSTART, forsigtigt, tøvende, usikkert...

GENSTART, forsigtigt, tøvende, usikkert…

Det er heldigt. At kun jeg læser dette. Heldigt, fordi der mangler indlæg fra februar til nu, maj. Kun jeg lægger mærke til at kæden er brudt… Og som jeg da ellers har prøvet ihærdigt, siden 2013! At lægge noget op, bare NOGET! Men at gøre det HVER eneste måned; mindst én eller anden slags tekst, uanset hvor dårlig, om så blot… Noget. Litterær inflation. Kvantitet / kvalitet. Men PRINCIPPET! At…

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Sommersjov.

Han går en tur. Eller turen går ham, det er uden betydning. Det betyder alt, alt er ikke meget, alt for lidt.  Himlen bliver hvidere, kommer tættere på. Presser hans skridt for skridt til krøllen asfalt op omkring hans fødder. Det er da bedre end brødkrummer, når tilbageturen skal findes. Han holder øje med et vendepunkt. Der burde være tydeligere skiltning!  En metalgrøn hæk kvidrer som besat.…

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We had our first of many definite final meetings at Stonehenge version '18. The last updates before a battle. That was no battle. Only switching to pure fiction. End of reality. Maybe like the druids in the past. If they did meet. If not, the more appropriate: Also fiction. I was a bit emotional. So close to my dear and loyal friends. Also the ones the story hadn't created yet: Dear and loyal. Like the "I" that was more me than I. Like Laurie, Senhor Passo, the whole gang. And the extras waiting for their cue. If the story would give them a line. We all joined hands and jumped into my pool of imagination. Well, no. Not really. I made that bit up. That's what I do. Only this time I was a little anxious. A hidden agenda in my mind. Or in. Somewhat stupid. A hidden agenda, yeah right: Not at all! It was in my thoughts. As my figures and the story. So of course they knew. No thought can be hidden among thoughts. Still, I wasn't sure how they'd react. Our story had to be postponed about a month. But hey, they knew. And told me, or I told "I", or… You know! The story would unfold and be alive anyway. No matter what matter. I rediscovered: The story was actually and always ahead of me. We, in front of that Stonehenge version '18, allowed me a short detour: https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/ I promised, during my being absent-minded, that I'd finish my "Part 4" of 'Klynk & Ynk': That WILL be posted… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #afladninger #udenfilter #åbybibliotek #laurieandthestoryof + #primeiroproximopasso (Will return; actually not away, just deeper in fiction...) #aakb #volume2 #maxmadsen #stonehenge #thisisjustacirclebeingclosedcalledAfladningerstartedatDokk1throughKulturmødetMorstonowÅbylibraryasoneyearofAfladningeronAfladningerifthatmakessenseifnotthencomeandseeforyourself (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Stonehaven)

I need protection badly then.

“We all create stories to protect ourselves.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

I am thankful for the difficult people in my life. They have shown me exactly who I don’t want to be.

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

Still sorting through people...

Start/Slut no 2. En Maritim Rapsus.

Start/Slut no 2. En Maritim Rapsus.

Det er ikke altid jeg gider tænke. Og slet ikke tænke over hvad jeg tænker, for at få de tanker til at blive ord. Det kan virke stik modsat. Ordene synes tanketomme og bare bedøvende kedelige. I bedste fald noget forvirret volapyk, i værste fald lige ud ligegyldigt. Ikke værd at spilde tid på. Når jeg ikke orker at slæbe mig igennem noget der slæber sig afsted, hvorfor pokker skulle andre så? Jeg…

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And that now is now! As it is every time...

And how it ends: Now it's time for those stories in my head to get into other peoples heads... 😁

I have a very vivid memory of sitting in a first grade classroom (first grade was my first actual classroom because my mom homeschooled me for kindergarten) thinking “I am literally going to die, I can’t live one more minute without reading a story, but I’ve already gotten my book confiscated for peeking at it during class and I have no backup book and I’m going to die” and then thinking in a burst of divine inspiration “WHAT IF I TELL MYSELF A STORY INSIDE MY HEAD.  THEY CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME.  PHYSICALLY THEY CANNOT.”

they could not

Sekunder Afgørende Alt. Tæt på...

Sekunder Afgørende Alt. Tæt på…

Her er 54 sekunder. Det er næsten et minut. Tæt på intet. Og kun timer før det mest nedtalte taburatudspringende midnatsslag nogen sinde! Det absolut vigtigste; hvert eneste år. Jajo og farverige fortsætter forsvinder i fortsat, mens tanken tæller sig selv til teknisk knockout og tak for dét! Mens disse sekunder, 54 plus/minus måske 56, næsten kunne være et enkelt billede. Trukket ud i tid, som…

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