The Past Was Always There, Lived Inside Of You, And It Helped To Make You Who You Were. But It Had To

Et utaknemmeligt træ. Det er ikke det mindste trist. Det amputerede træ har det fint. Det garanterer motorsavene, og de kan ikke tage fejl. Træet selv er måske lidt i tvivl. Men det husker ikke så godt, lidt pludseligt, det er kun de inderste og ældste år der er tilbage. Den nyere hukommelse, den med grene og blade, ligger i en filtret bunke. Og det er ikke spild. Det kan bruges som brænde. Træet er lidt forvirret over, at dets erindringer skal gå op i flammer. Godtnok kun de seneste år, men alligevel. Det er dog en hel del år der sådan er skåret væk. Men motorsave véd hvad de gør, træet kan være ganske rolig. Små nye stiklinger vil komme, og nyde godt af den rensede fortid. En frisk begyndelse kræver en beskæring, væk med det gamle. Det véd mennesker også. Det er slet ikke trist. De døde år er fjernet imorgen. Så er der er ikke flere problemer med at huske. Træet burde strengt taget udvise lidt taknemmelighed. Men sådan er det med den slags der påstår at være levende. Minder og erindringer dukker op igen og igen, som ukrudt eller vrangvoksende vildskud. Det er altid noget kludder, når tiden blandes med følelser og tanker fra før. Se bare hvor effektivt motorsave klarer sig uden. Træet fatter det ikke, men savenes fræsen og hurtige hakken gennem ringe af år, er faktisk en stor gave. Også til træet. Men det står bare der, kan ikke engang pille sig i barken. Det prøver at huske sig selv med hovede og arme. Og hvordan dét var. Det sukker lidt i den top der ikke er der, og knager med de manglende grene. Altså! Sådan et træ er egentlig ret egoistisk. Motorsave har også været små og kan da gå i stykker. Det er overhovedet ikke noget de tænker over. Hvem har set en trist motorsav? De har ikke brug for minder og erindringer. Den slags gør ingen nytte, det er kun savsmuld. Træet burde være glad for miste hovedet! At være trist er misbrug af tid. Det er jo kun gammelt brugt ragelse, ligegyldige år der bare skal skæres væk. Det er de så heldigvis blevet. Træet kan knap huske hvorfor det måske var trist. Godt! #mantelmomento #danielmantel #tree #memories #lifeanddeath #remember #rip #fiktion #prosa #endings #gellerup #treesarepeopletoo #symbolic #sh*t! (Usual one-off...) (her: Now Here Nowhere) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLgalOGhOHl/?igshid=1uyvl6g7jwkek

Stop apologizing. You don’t have to say sorry for how you laugh, how you dress, how you make your hair, how you speak. You don’t have to be sorry for being yourself. Do it fearlessly. It’s time to accept this is you, and you gotta spend the rest of your life with you. So start loving your sarcasm, your awkwardness, your weirdness, your unique sense of humor, your everything. It will make your life so much easier to simply be yourself.

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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)

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Still searching... 🔎📚😉

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

— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

"FAMOUS LAST WORDS" It doesn't work. The story is slowly coming to a standstill. And I know why. This is winter in Denmark. February. So daylight has increased a bit: More time for greyness. And even a miserable sun trying its best. Sending out rays of light, only absorbed by souls below zero degrees celsius. My fictive figures falls silent. Even those usually chatterboxes. Like the "Me", "He", "She", all the "I"s, and of course Passo and Laurie. Normally babbling away in their native language, only able to understand each other through my imagination. But they too goes into wordless slow-motion, then turn to something more lifeless than statues of forgotten people. The story doesn't move at all. It's killing me. For real, not just as a saying. Maybe it's all in my head. Or rather, I know it is. That makes absolutely no difference. It's still killing me. Death by forced standstill. Frozen thoughts creaking easily. Killing me. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #figures #meandmystory #frozen #standstill #winter #february #statues #belowzero #prose #reality #fiction #frozenbrain #miserable #whenspringcomes #writersblock #andsowtfbecausewhenspringcomesorjusttomorroworinanhouriampastthatlittlestupidblockthatstopsmystoryonlyforashortwhilesoreallywtf... (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: The Middle of No-where)

There once was a somewhat confused animal. It couldn't quite figure out where it belonged and, more important, what it was. Though it tried hard. It was aware that instead of limbs, it just had some tiny fins and a slightly bigger tail. Only suitable for moving around in shallow water. But it just wasn't enough. For that animal. "Am I really a fish?". The maybe-not fish concluded, that it needed to try something else. Anything! It found one of those mystical almost mythical things, that so many had hung itself on. And in seconds, almost like magic, had disappeared to somewhere else. To what kind of world? There where whispers of danger, stories of horror, but this not very fishy fish took the chance: ANY world other than this was worth trying! It pretended to swallow the bait. And soon felt the rush up towards the surface. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #animal #fiction #worlds #thegrassisalwaysgreener #filter (in many ways) #searching #fishinwater #caught #notright #farfromhome #whateverindicatesbeingoutofplaceandnotfeelingthisworldbeingtherightone (Usual one-off hashtag...) FROM NOW ONLY #laurieandthestoryof... (her: Somewhere Very Far) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bl477MrgmA_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fmyj2lhj4zt0

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Fb-mm-farvel og godnat nr 2A ud af 3…

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Jeg giver op. Ingen søvn i nat. Og fuglene begynder at synge samme øjeblik. Ved ikke rigtig om jeg ønsker mig noget foder eller et haglgevær. Måske begge dele: Foder til at lokke til, og så begge løb brændt af. Hedder det også genocide når det gælder dyr? Massemord eller regulering af bestand? Jaja, et oplagt ord rimer på, men det er for tidligt eller…

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So very true...

The real test of progressiveness will be when a minority wins an award or achieves something for the first time and there is no Fanfare about it.