That IS A Possibility...

#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)

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)

En virkelig virtuel virkelighed.

En virkelig virtuel virkelighed.

Måske er dette bare et røgslør. Eller kun røg der ikke dækker over noget. Tricks fra en andenrangs tryllekunstner i et omrejsende fallitbo af et cirkus på en gudsforladt mark udenfor kragernes vendekreds. Måske. Eller det kan være evigtgyldige sandheder, diskret pakket ind i krøllede brune papirord og lukket med stumper af slidte sætningssnore. Måske er det allerede en træt blanding, et dødfødt…

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... And over the moon in happiness and success...

“The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.”

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium

Roman, ultrakort. Der ligger en mand på en seng. Hvad er det for en mand? Det er lidt usikkert, svævende eller vævende.

Løves 9.aug.; omskrevet til prosa.

Løves 9.aug.; omskrevet til prosa.

DET VAR EN VÆLDIG FIN AFTEN PÅ LØVES; MASSER AF GOD POESI; OG (ALDELES EGOISTISK), DEN ENDELIGE BEKRÆFTELSE PÅ AT PROSA ER ‘MIN’ FORM. (Og ikke ‘blot’ kortprosa…) HER DE 3 TEKSTER, FORSØGT OPLÆST SOM LYRIK (+ 1 der blev droppet)… MEN I PROSA-FORM.. MIN TUR!

Jeg prøvede at gå min egen tur. Men det blev vandren i andres fodspor. Det var ikke det jeg ville. Jeg ville gå min EGEN tur! Jeg prøvede…

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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)

I know; way too many photos of sunsets... But here we go again: After almost a month with sunsets like this, and / or getting the wonder of two sunsets in one day, just by climbing a street or two in Lisbon, this guy returns to his 'native' country Denmark. Besides the expected difference in weather, scaled-up trouble in his neighbourhood, immediately being involved in readings and other litterary stuff, he couldn't understand it. WHY was it so hard to feel at home? Why all that restlessness? Why so... "Heavy" just getting through a normal day? And he even brought back (again-again; admitted!) the outline for that kinda novel he had wanted to write for years. But then he made some simple counting... He'd been away for almost a month. And "home" for just a week. No wonder he has trouble "re-adjusting" to life in Dk. It will take about the same time as he's been away. What IS a bit worrying: NO time needed to 'adjust' upon arrival at Portugal; instant feeling of being 100% 'there'; (actually felt like 'here'!). So why that needed "re-adjustment" time in his homeland? Just confusion... #castelodevide #alentejo #sunset #homeiswheretheheartis #heartache #priceoflife #horizon #perspective #laurieandthestoryof (Which seems a bit too tied to NOT being in Dk; has to be dragged across Europe just to be half remembered, despite notes and more...) #isitreallytruethathomeiswheretheheartisandthatiatsomepointleftmyheartthousandsofkmsawayfrommyhomelandthatwouldreallymakelifedifficult (Usual One-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (He might have some answers...) (her: Castelo de Vide)