Red Just Seems Natural In Autumn. But This Red Was Alive. And Not A Very Friendly Creature. It Peeled
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)
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Someone will challenge the dark in you, don’t run away when that happens.
Kriti.G (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Embrace it... Explore it... Untill you find the light that creates it.
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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BLINDFOOLED. He's totally baffled. Once again. So confused, that he's glued to the ground. It happens so often, too often, he's beginning to suspect something obstructing his moving around in this world. The failure might be a wrong wiring in his brain. But it's hard to tell: Like thoughts thinking thoughts about themselves. Like a mind being scrutinized by itself: Like… Now this tree. Is the slight quivering at the top for real? Are the tiny twigs above actually trembling? He can't move past that puzzle. Could it be a reflection? If so, reflected in him or by something outside his hyperventilating mind? Or, just to make things more complicated, a combination? Whatever possible, he makes into a metaphysical question. And, as we know, anything is possible. The tree begins to feel uncomfortable. Being observed so close, it shifts and moves, uneasy, just to avoid that stare. Checkmate! Or maybe he just need new glasses… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #meltdown #wiring #baffling #foolingmyself #mindless #thinkingtoomuch #unreal #stupidtreeinmywaystopsmeinmyexploringrealityasifanythingisrealforreal (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: The Middle of No-where)
There is an amazing skillful portuguese-guitar player, that has a view on the world not so far from mine. Some might say it is a rather pessimistic way of looking at things. If 'things' are how Europe acts within itself and with the world in general. And remember, the world is so much more than Europe. Which we have a tendency to forget, unless the subject is refugees... How sad! Anyway, we can agree on one thing, (among of lot others), that it might be too late for our generation. But we can only pray for the next, seemingly to be just a bit above profit and multinational earnings and expansions... Oh, and btw, he is a gifted by the Gods (who's or which ever) with his playing that guitar... Makes me cry. Seriously. That good. And also makes me so much more eager to continue my (judged by myself, admitted), final and all-orbiting (-can you even say that?) novel... Laurie is impatiently waiting! #fadonamorgadinha #fado #morgadinha #guitar #guitargod #alfama #lisbon #amaliarodrigues #generations #laurieandthestoryof (Somehow connected to...) #legacy #worldheritage #novel #prose #saudade #meandmystory #hopeisjusttofinishthosefewthingsthatyoureallywanttoandthenbesatisfiednotlessifyouareabletofinishyourlifeinaplacewhereguitarplayerslikethisoneplaysforfreeeverynight (Usual one-off hashtag... But a real wish!) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Fado na Morgadinha)
Step out into the open fiction...
Step Outside
Step Outside
Do you see the world in your selfie?
Do you feel the touch of another in your keyboard?
Do you hear the voices of the children, the poor, the joyful, the persecuted in your ear buds?
What is it that you use the phone as a mask to shelter yourself from?
What is it that you are afraid to feel from another soul?
What is it that you run away from, that you avoid, ignore, or hide from while in your gadgets?
There is real beauty in the kaleidoscope of creation to see.
There is true love and compassion out there for you to feel.
There is pain and sorrow, joy and triumph all around for you to relieve, celebrate, fight for, and understand in the world outside your cellular box.
Will you step outside?
K. C. Barry
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 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)
#https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ Danish. English version: This is just some trees. Looks like olive trees. And grass, a bit other dried out bushes, and a hillside. That's all. But not that's all like in "nothing else"? That is all like in ALL. Everything. I can't proof it, ofcourse. It's just my opinion. I sure don't expect others to understand. Actually, it's a selfie. I'm there, in one of the shadows. Sitting under one of those trees. You might not be able to see me. That's nothing new. But I'm right there. Don't wanna be anywhere else. That's all. And that IS really all. Not enough for you? Guess not. I couldn't care less. Selfish? Very! But about time. And I think, my opinion only, that you don't care either. Not really. Then it gets almost funny: Ok, you might be indifferent. Well, how much do you think I care about that? A competition of not caring. Take a look at my selfie: I'm gone ages ago. About time. Careless, carefree, only me and nothing else. But everything. THAT'S ALL! #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ #selfie #altoalentejo #castelodevide #olivetrees #careless #selfish #myworld #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #gone #nowisthetime #dontevencareenoughtomakeanymorehashtagsbutiamtherenomatterwhereelseimightbeseenandamashappyascanbe (her: Alto Alentejo (intermunicipal community))
Start/Slut no 3 / Anakron Fejl. Fra klippeafsatsen kan jeg se ned gennem hele dalen. Længere end egentlig muligt, da der ikke er nogen horisont. Det er ikke underligt. Selv det fjerneste, og det er virkelig fjernt, som til månen og retur-langt væk, står krystalskarpt. Jeg plejer vist ikke at være særlig skarpsynet, tværtimod. Udenfor dalen her, er jeg nok nærmere sådan en der nusser rundt uden…
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And that now is now! As it is every time...
