Things I Want To Remember In 2018 1. Shameless People Are Everywhere. They Will Say What They Have To

THOSE INSISTING STORIES. And so the stories forced their way back. Not readable, not even as individual or separated tales. Not narratives. Yet. For very good reasons: I've tried to keep them out of my head. Reality had pushed aside fiction. I had told myself, trying to be serious. Yeah right. As if… Only fooling myself. This gave me a new insight. Don't know if I dream in colours. But my stories start out in all of the rainbows. Plus some. Fills my head, not even really born, but in random patterns. That of course aren't random at all. Changing for every time they block my view to reality. Thus making me doubt what's real and what's fiction, but then I just shrug: Back to the usual mindset. The stories are as real as any kind of reality. Now I know how they appear before they are conscious. Before they know themselves. Guess I better help them. Guess that's my purpose. Being the midwife of my own imagination. Forming my fiction. #mantelmoment #mantelmomento #danielmantel #danielversionII #fiction #stories #backoninstagram #toomuchreality #brainwork #pattern #colours #fictionoverreality #isthisme #question #answer #meandmymind #icanlivewiththat #afteralotofoftoomuchrealityitsactuallyarelieftoseethestoriesbeginningtoforminsidemybrain (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Fix My Brain) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpB5g3DHgRn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14gmgtp1zb9hm

So many of us...

“You discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable. First, restlessness. The second symptom, absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an illness - monotony, boredom, and death. Millions live like this, or die like this, without knowing.”

— Anaia Nin

I think we've been here before… Sun breaking through some clouds, sharp rays of light, the usual stuff. Yes. Nothing new here. But wait! A picture tells more than a thousand words. Especially when amplified with loudspeakers mounted on high poles. Let's listen… Hey, you light, could you please tell your sun, that you're making an awful lot of noise! It IS quite nice to look at, agreed, but do you know how it sounds? Anyway, you could turn down the volume a bit; I think everybody's got the message. As usual. Now someone might actually be speaking, like with words, but they're blown away by you, and makes no sense. PLEASE turn down a notch or two; what comes out of those loudspeakers could be interesting for you too! Right now it just sounds like… What? Are you doing this? Have you really hired special effects? But yes! There's no real words. It's only dummies! Not a single understandable word, just poles for the contrast. How clever! Fitted with those loudspeakers, just to make that association: "That a picture…" Yes, we've certainly been here before: You're turning this into a competition. Pretending to use words! Only for a stronger image. Cheating! Overkill! Who in this world will ever believe in the sun anymore? Or that words are anything but a silent plugin to pictures? You've blown it out of reality and straight into fiction. Fool! #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (Yes, also her, somewhere) #primeiroproximopasso (Always... Hiding outside the frame) #specialeffects #unreal #overkill #loudspeakers #sun #notforreal #cheating #fiction #reality #whenthesunmakestoomuchoutofasimplesunriseandturnsitintofiction (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Not existing)

Including myself...

“People never learn anything by being told. They have to find out for themselves.”

—

Paulo Coelho

Sommersjov III – At passe i sin kasse.

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“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

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POSSIBLE ENDINGS. Sorry, danish prose… https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/slutning-mulig/ Summary: The story is in place. The fiction can't be more fictive. Of Course there's still a lot of my figures adjusting details. Like if they deserve their own timeline; if they should be in 1.person and tell their story through their own eyes and mind or if they should be told… So on. As for myself, or "myself" or… -all the characters more or less with parts of me. Including past, present, even future, and lots of memories and memories of me through others thoughts, well… I'm most concerned about the ending. Of it all. Of the story; of "me" and me. I actually don't know. An ending. Yes. But which comes first? The ending of fiction? Or the ending of me? And what really matters? Most? #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/slutning-mulig/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter (Not true... But the words are!) #prose #meandmystory #ending #endings #danish #novel #writing #selfie #white #mood #justafittingpicturetothestorylinkedtootherwisenotwithanyrealconnection (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Central Denmark Region)