It's Actually Not Only Time. It's The Last Chance...

#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))

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)

Silence and lack of words turned into a interactive object-oriented installation... Based on all those words left behind in ear-roaring silence; words stuck in past tense... https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/?ti=cl

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)

Then it happened again. Again-again-again... I don't know how this will make my writing better. Wrong: It does, I just don't know how or why. (Laurie and me and the book we read, and the writer of that book, are becoming more and more clear. Fiction or not.) Anyway, it happened: At this place, I had a dinner that couldn't make it past 100 DKK / 12 €... Including main course of beef (a lot!!) with salad and 'batatas fritas', bread, half bottle of vinho tinto, desert, coffee, and an (old!) brandy that for sure wasn't small... And the couple that has the place, were simply nice. And yes, I know those unbeliable prices partly are a result of the 'crisis'. BUT! It IS also a cultural thing: Here in Portugal you live your life so much more on café's and restaurants. It's as simple as that. You don't stay in your home; you get OUT! The streets are part of your home. And, besides a lot of other stuff, it makes people less isolated. More a part of the local community. And that can only be a good thing! Period! (Why I put this on Instagram, I don't know. The picture isn't even anything special. So...) #cheapdinner #lisbon #minhaanita #calcadadaestrela #culture #livinglife #communityfirst #portuguese #portugueseculture #society #azulejos #wayoflife #restaurante #anotherlife #lifestyle #dinner #abetterway #whyorhowthishasanythingtodowithmewritingthatnovelireallydontknowijustknowthattheportuguesewayoflifeisaninspiration (Usual one-off hashtag... Oh; btw going to Castelo de Vide; somehow where the story of 'Laurie' began...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Restaurante Minha Anita)

That IS a possibility...

“Look at it, look at the mess we’ve made. Things have fallen apart, we have fallen apart. God, we used to love each other so much and now, all that rests between us is a mortal silence. A wall of silence so thick it cannot be broken with words nor looks. Nothing. And maybe, but only maybe, We just weren’t meant to be.”

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SO many wise words! Even the very strong lion, together with the maybe most famous national fairytale teller, has to give up. TOO many wise words! With sadness and regret, the indeed muscular lion and the also indeed very famous fairytale teller, just has to let go. MOST of the again indeed wise words are spilled all over the furniture and floor. Very few of the very wise words reaches the ears of the (again) indeed eagerly listening and mostly wise listeners. WHAT a pity! What a pool of wasted indeed wise words... It COULD be mistanken for wasted tears. Meanwhile, the indeed not so wise and not so listening scavengers, discreetly suck up the now indeed fluid wise words. Creeps out of the lion-and-fairytale-teller-room. Runs across the street, and sells the precious wise words in the indeed second-hand wise words-shop. One day a fairytale teller will collect some of the second-hand but still indeed wise words. Take them back across the street. For the indeed eagerly and wise listeners. And so, history and fairytale repeats itself. Wise words are again spilled into a pool, indeed looking like tears... That's recycling! VERY wise! #løves #åbenscene #løvesbogogvincafe #poetklubaarhus #fairytale #recycling #words #secondhand #wisewords #poetry #prose #whatever #repeating #aarhus #aplaceguardedbybothalionandthefamousfairytaletellertotryoutyourfirstwordsortrynewwordsorwaysbeforeanaudience (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter (Indeed!) #mantelmomento (her: Løves Bog og Vincafe)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/04/21/scanneren-i-kaelderen-paa-auh/ (In danish, sorry...) #auh #scanner #mind #fiction #nonsense #shortstory #sanity #health #meandmystory #meandmybrain #skeleton #breaking #laurieandthestoryof (... Will some day emerge out of all this...) #treated (Very much...) #treatedmyself In the story... And? Or? #whatever #mantelmomento (THAT it is...!!!) #quitealongstoryforashortstoryandatthesametimeactuallyatopicopenfordiscussingwhatthelimitofpurenonsenseisinwritingsopleasecommentthankyou (Usual one-off hashtag... This time hopefully getting response!) (her: AUH)

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