DAGEN.

Phosphor! What a blazing beauty! Skeletons running screaming, with remains of skin and limbs illuminating the darkest shadows of our minds. Where we find our deepest dreams and desires. Wonderful phosphor! Bonemarrow, fried in 1000 degrees, are simple calculation: Just like Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Which lives are most valuable? When will it never be ours? Phosphor, enlighting death to a real bye-bye party. Let the skeletons rattle in joy! Let them! #phosphor #lifevalues #whateverittakes #war #priceoflife #decision #logic #party #math #casualties #survival #dance #skeletons #thisisjustapicturenotevenfromarealphosphorbombbuttrytoimaginetakingthedecisiontouseit (...Usual one-off hashtag) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #laurieandthestoryof (-will get to that, and the world will be self-ignited phosphor...) (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)

Så lidt… Der skal så lidt til. Mindre og mindre. En stemme, nogle få toner, en svag duft, nogle gange så lidt at det næsten ikke er.

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

Close them. You see everything very clear...

“Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.”

— Will Graham, Hannibal

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It's a real struggle...

trying to steer dialogue towards a certain plot point while trying to make it sound natural

The room behind the shattered window filled with tears. Faster than the cracks and the new hole could handle. The many people in the public house had no time to escape. That only made the tears flow as rivers from their eyes. And so just adding to their certain drowning. After the panic and last bobbles, bodies was slowly circulating under the ceiling. It was quite a peaceful. Why the windows, especially the newly smashed, didn't burst from the pressure of the water, was one peculiar thing. Another was the dead moving around, almost as if they had adapted death as a new life. With a purpose. To keep on crying. But you couldn't see it. Their eyes was filled with water anyway. Tears just made the body float a bit. Like small adjusting thrusters in space. The dead began manoeuvring by bursts of tears. One of their first missions, was to replace that broken window. It was all very sad. They kept the old shattered window. Framed it and hung it on the wall. A minute's silence, a moment of contemplating life and death. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #window #cracks #waterworld #tears #fiction #breathing #aliveandwell #smashed #life #everythingdependsonthewayyouseeitorinthiscasehowyoudieandliveonanway (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Alive - Ready)

ET INDLÆG DER ER ET OPLÆG DER ER LAURIE LIGE NU (Jaja; genbrug af foto... Wtf! 'Laurie' ER bare en central figur...) BROK!: Nu står Laurie og drejer i mange farver, mest gyldent, på min skærm.

Fx Jul. Og det hele.

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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