More Or Less From One Day To The Next, They Forgot. It Had Been Coming For Years, Even Decades. A Few
More or less from one day to the next, they forgot. It had been coming for years, even decades. A few had noticed, but named it something else. A new invention in the ever accelerating digital world. Some positive or unavoidable thing. Anything digital. Connected to development, innovation, progress… It's a win/win. Another much used term; guaranteed to hide the truth. But suddenly, one fine day, everybody on the planet had forgotten. Words. Letters. Sentences. How to write, speak, communicate. Apparently for no reason. They began all over. They had to. Some with 0'es and 1'es. Trying to reprogram languages. That failed, no surprise. Other started scratching in modern caves. In the beginning just almost indecipherable signs. Trying hard to express something. Almost with impatience. Even with a kind of anger. Forgetting seems to create very strong feelings. Let's hope we find a way to describe that. I hope, but have no words for that. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/ #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #shortstory #prose #fiction #lift #language #words #communication #justsaying #serversdown #startingalloveragain #withoutwords #justmyvisionandthoughtsaftertoomuchdigitalinputandnotatleastthatannoyingfacebook (Usual one-off hashtag)
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I am lucky... Not that I'm that much into soccer, but... I was in Lisbon when Portugal became European Champions. THAT was a whole city going totally crazy! And today, again right in the spot, Benfica becomes national champions. Again, the city is going happy. (Except for those very quiet Sporting-fans...) In every public place, in most normal café's, in every parque or jardim... People are gathered to celebrate. And the whole experience is so different from Denmark. Here it's happy partying. And only that. Not frustrations and aggressive behaviour. So: More respect for a people that uses every opportunity to be happy. No matter what the "official" ranking of 'happy' countries say... (Which is a as misleading as possible...) No! I'm not that big a soccer fan. But I'm fan of a country that uses any excuse to be... Happy! #benfica #champions #lisbon #happiness #portuguese #happycountries #partytime #winners #nothingtodowithwriting #anightout #writingbreak #people #statistics #lies #campeones #celebrating #notmuch #notwriting #laurieandthestoryof (Is somehow related to this...) #howthiscountryanditspeoplemakesmewritealmostallthetimeevenwhenimjustwatchingsocceroutsideinaparcfillefwithpartyingcelebratingbenficafans (Usual one-off hashtag... VERY one-off!) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Lisbon, Portugal)
DAGEN UDEN AFSTAND! Den ene skulle ikke være vågnet idag! Så meget var vi enige om. Lige fra vi slog øjnene op, og stirrede ind i dem.
EFTER 2023 KOM...
Her skulle egentlig være en fortælling. Der også skulle være en nytårshilsen. Med variationer, afhængig af modtager. Det med en hilsen omkring det nye år, ja det er vist noget sent. Men også vanligt herfra, altså forsinkelse, så med lidt god vilje… Fortællingen var dén om årene der lige mødes, sådan på vej ud og på vej ind. Det er der ikke noget nyt i, bortset fra at der vist aldrig er…
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Sometimes, just some times... Life is plain good. Simple and easy. As if the meaning was, that we humans were supposed to just exist. Just being... Human beings. Like every day was there for you to live through, without big trouble or deep worries. Just... Be. Nothing but your senses and sensing that you're part of a world that senses you too. Without anything special about that. Just another day for you, to do whatever good. Or do nothing, if that's what you want. With other people that also just enjoy existing... But THEN you're being shallow, not thinking enough, not reflecting or considering this or that! Oh no! Then you're being naive and superficial! Even turning this very complicated life into a banality! THAT'S not allowed! You have to be DEEP! With SO many layers in your mind, that most of them are hidden. You have to be confused. LIFE has to confuse you... No such thing as just... Being! No way! That's not life! Is it? #castelodevide #alentejo #existing #justanotherday #beingalive #sun #castelo #justbeing #life #maisumdia #simplicity #laurieandthestoryof (Yes, it's in there too, as it is in almost everything...) #somedaysyoujustfeellikeyoudonthavetodoanythingtobeapartoftheworldbutopenyoursensesandbealiveanditisntevenanykindofeffortitjusthappenslikeexistinghappens (Usual one-off hashtag... #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (Even he is in this too, somehow...) (her: Castelo de Vide)
Sometimes. Other times...
“Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.”
— Kate Jacobs // Comfort Food
A "funny" thing... That goes for the danish as well. I don't think it has anything with language to do. Maybe not even words...
“It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.”
— Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels
VINGEFANGET. Bare én uge med hovedet under vingen… Bare én! Så vi kan passe os selv. Og passe på os selv.
100% JULEVRØVL & ÆVL & EVENTYRLØST! Men fuldt digitaliseret… Der var engang… Og denne gang er det lige ved at være for sent! Vi skynder os, til bjældeklang og salmesang, fra var til nu og frem.
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Når verden bare bliver rystet, gerne helt vendt på hovedet, ja så daler ned små stykker plastik så yndigt. Smukkere end sne. Uden unødig hvirvlen tilfældigt omkring, den tyktflydende luft er for træg. Hver vind er nedlagt, fladtrykt, med sammenklappede lunger. Den svageste brise er komplet lammet fra top til tå. Selv en stolt god gammel vinterstorm viger for idyllen. For det er resultatet:…
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Den Definitive Lykke. LYKKE # 1. Øjeblikke der var, ikke er, selvfølgelig, med kirurgisk præcision skåret fra, den skarpeste skalpel ført med uendelig ømhed, glædestårer gennem blotlagte blodårer.
