Writing prompt: Scrapbook of the Mind

Themes from Life’s Scenes

Age 4: There’s a painting of the man on the moon… I thought it was the loneliest place in the universe.

Age 9: Loneliness is when a teacher gives up on s student, locks them in a corridor for hours, with the frustration evident in the aftermath of chairs toppled over by an avalanche of shattered vases and pencils from the shelves.

Age 12: The walls talk as shodaws flicker and reflecting lights of passing cars in the streets below. , darkening by the slow, drowsy hours sliding motion,rally around the clock. The words in my mind scribbles in a book I’ll just throw out the window tomorrow.

Age 17: The loneliest place on google maps is probably a single raft in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, blurred away because the satellite had captured a photo of a corpse. How much fortune that I have with technology and acess and knowledge, but I cannot put it to work always. What has been done cannot be undone.

Age 15: A flashback materialized, though I curse the limitations of memory’s ability to be accurate. Something very peculiar happened. There were shoes in the sand, laces strewn among seaweed, a message with multiple lines attempting to blotch out various scribbles. It was a conversation between various people, all about a victim who was not involved in the writing. Instead, there were pieces of chewed gum, an empty bottle of ginger ale, and gauze.

Age 21: with knowledge comes meaning. Without meaning, we get loneliness. It would be said that emotions are not for the self-proclaimed nihilist. Maybe the nihilism was a cover to prevent the never-ending waterfall nostalgia.

Age 20: Should I be surprised that a tribe isolated themselves for nearly 50,000 years wouldn’t be lonely or nostalgic? Besides being messages of the ultimate danger warning, there was a regretful sort of sucking into every story about them yet that’s only responding to an image.

Age 18: The loneliest moment in the world is wherever someone is hiding, escaping, dying, or having an experience I have not had.

Age 21: Fear of death felt like a common detonator connecting all other fears. Sometimes the void sucks you in, every last comprehension of a though disconnected. Then upon waking, with lights so bright, as if you’ve taken a nap, you answer a question succinctly, yet the context was lost. Time was lost. It wasn’t death, but a coma. It was a short coma, but nonetheless a coma. Does that mean that possibly, the void could be crossed after death? Of course you never asked anyone this throughout the year. The mind was so scrambled that you could not separate the ramblings of Rasputin from the algorithmic writing of Nietzsche when composing an essay.

Age 13: It is never easy to describe what you do not understand. There were a couple of years when you were tired and fell asleep in class, falling against the wall when you thought no one was looking. Sometimes falling could not be helped. It could be somewhat controlled, but the draw to compress your body to the ground was inevitable.

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Memories That Others Deny: a reaction-inticing writing prompt

They work against me
And rationality
Favor belief and highlight fears
Yellow them in an exaceberated fire
Die out in a swirl of smoke and mirrors
And I’ll never see anything clearer
Than when it was my first encounter

No longer in my mind as reality

On paper it is probably legendary

Which means there was something that was true.

What’s true to me though, was not to you.

Stubbornness and persistence has a naive side

Forgetting isn’t forgiving, though it’s a method I’ve tried

Something I’ve noticed lately: writers keep your reader guessing

The more I learn to read as a writer, I realized that humans make assumptions almost too quickly. And when we become convinced of something, what we least expect is what the author intends to use to make the plot twist memorable.

If it’s a quest, for example, and the character never answers what he looks for maybe the point of the story wasn’t about looking for something after all. Or at least not looking for what he wanted.

Once I read a story about a wedding where the man character was a women who was angry she didn’t get invited. She wanted to be in the photos with the groom and refused to leave the party. Later in the celebration, she comes in. The last line from the groom while readers call her a Nelly’s ex girlfriend?

“What are you doing here, Mom?”

Another story that got into the Best American Short Stories was about a women who tried figuring out who a girl on the beach was that she felt bad about. At the time, she took something from the girl and never saw her after the incident.

We find out later that she was manipulated by friends and family and eventually – whether by accident or not – died young. We do not know what she was thinking but could possible understand that she wanted to escape being taken advantage of.

The main character, meanwhile does not know this. She finally lists details of that day to her brother who does not renumber the girl on the beach. However, he disagrees about the other details of the main character’s memory, which he emphasizes is inaccurate. The story seems to become more about the complex relation of memory and emotion, and how judgement is not perfect. And perhaps, judgement itself is abused and understanding of it, sometimes, might be sometimes distorted.

Examples like this possibly take patience and frequent revisions to come to.

Survey on fair trade experience

If interested and available, I’m dong a school project related to fair trade and criticism as well as how to approach difficult situations. This might target, though not excluding, people who’ve studied consumers, economics or marketing, and have worked or volunteered without the system. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1389nETCXhfSFM6cjoyRc7IdB5nZPubdbJybzv6upmrU

P.S. Here are a list of some fair trade retailers/brands/organizations that you might like to see:

Writing prompt idea: tab-oo your character

Maybe I am butchering the expression, ‘keep tabs on,” but to be clear: this is related to themes such as the taboo to speak provocatively against society and authorities. 🤖

☄️List the taboos and what highlights the taboo about the character. 🌪 Maybe your character wants to put an end to vaccines. 🔥 Maybe they want to arrest women for wanting abortion. 😈Are readers supposed to hate main characters? Or, rather, does the main character need to be the protagonist? 🤔

🌆Then, if you look at a map, post a sticky note of where this might likely be taboo, this idea about the antagonistic ‘main character’ driving the plot and creating roadkill of our conscience and suffocating potential protagonists as main characters. 🎡 Who knows a new story idea may come up. 🏔 The quirky bits will come to the protagonists centrally. ⛲️🏗 The antagonist could pounce on the quirks of the protagonist… intriguing, realistic, unpredictable. Drag us along with clues.⚙️🔭

Maybe some people roll thee eyes at yet another cliche idea, but since we are not in each other’s’ heads, influencing mindsets, we might assume it’s not an interesting conflict to ponder. Quirks of other characters come because the plot might cover more conflicts than we realize.🌅

Case study research

Hello…. it’s been a while, and avoiding writing has sort of put a spell of mist on the mind.

For a school project, I’ve wanted to ask if anyone is interested in a survey based around our ideas, interactions, values, and rituals. In a way, it really just explores how we think. There isn’t a real aim other than to identify problems in order to approach with rational, effective solutions.

I’d be really curious to hear thoughts and respect the growing need for privacy. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSck3E6H3ztFXjMboL5Phi-XmZA5J1JipwGEJ4_QQcjd9sk0pQ/viewform?usp=sf_link

Can we change our minds?

Seriously….🌅 Compassionately…. Rationally