#https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ Danish. English Version: This Is Just Some
#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))
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“The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.”
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
He looked out over the valley, all the way to the next range of low mountains. Against the sky he could just see the castle about ten miles deeper into the countryside. Or into the wild, as civilization got scarce further up on the high plains. He loved that view. Went to have a look every day. He had just left his favorite café, belly filled with good solid local food and cheap beer. His intention was to get to that castle in the horizon. There should be a tiny village too,clinging to the edge of what must be an abyss-like fall, from that highest point in the region. But he hesitated. It would be more than half a day of walking, more or less cross-country, and now the afternoon-heat was at its highest. He convinced himself, that it would be certain sunstroke if not suicide to set out today. He thought of the café, one more cold beer, and shrugged. He had no time-schedule, what was the hurry? It was an easy decision. Maybe tomorrow. He simply assumed that tomorrow would be at his service. Why not? It had been there, ready for him, every morning for so many years. Tomorrow it was! While going back for that cold beer, he was content with himself. He would start out early. That made much more sense. Tomorrow. Life's easy, he thought. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (The area where...) #serradesaomamede #marvão #castelodevide #tomorrow #foolingyourself #easyliving #decisions #daysgoneby #time #iftomorrowcomes #onedaycloser #inthemorning #whatif #hesitate #thisistheareawheresomeofmynovelwilltakeplacebutwhoreallycaresimnotsureidoso (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Serra de São Mamede)
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Enkeltstående udsagn og meninger uden sammenhæng. Rækkefølgen er tilfældig. Og iøvrigt mest for at sætte noget på en side, taste nogle ord. Ikke af nogen særlig grund. Ikke fordi det er nødvendigt. Det må det så alligevel være, ellers ville jeg vel ikke bruge tid på det? På hvad? Hvis ikke andet, ja så er det juletid. Og vejret! Dét kan altid skrives om. Det er et sted at starte: Livet…
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https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ You never know! What might be happening in the dark corners of a strange café in a strange town in a strange country among strangers... You can only imagine the worst. And you can all too well see it happening to you. Too. Robbery. Murder. Rape. All kinds of things you almost can NOT imagine, but only sense as a tight knot of fear in your stomach. Rising up as panic, making you unable to move. Out of harms way. And harm is surely coming... To you. All kinds of mayhem and hell on earth, so close to you, in the dark corners of the café, and coming closer... It's a question of time. And you dare not move. Even if you could, but you're paralysed by the things you know will happen to you. Right... Now! Oh no... They're purposely dragging the pain, stretching your fear. Those devils are making you go insane; you don't know when they'll hit and hurt you. Only that they will. With all the evil force they have. And they are more evil than your imagination can take. You beg; please get it done, I cannot take the waiting... #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ #café #imagination #darkcorners #panic #fear #theworst #intheshadows #lurking #strangers #waiting #fiction #novel #meandmystory #outofyourmind #laurieandthestoryof #andwhatreallyareinthosedarkcornersyoullneverknowuntillyoureadthatstorythatihaventevenwrittentotheendyetbutonlypartofitandindanishsosorry (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso
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There is an amazing skillful portuguese-guitar player, that has a view on the world not so far from mine. Some might say it is a rather pessimistic way of looking at things. If 'things' are how Europe acts within itself and with the world in general. And remember, the world is so much more than Europe. Which we have a tendency to forget, unless the subject is refugees... How sad! Anyway, we can agree on one thing, (among of lot others), that it might be too late for our generation. But we can only pray for the next, seemingly to be just a bit above profit and multinational earnings and expansions... Oh, and btw, he is a gifted by the Gods (who's or which ever) with his playing that guitar... Makes me cry. Seriously. That good. And also makes me so much more eager to continue my (judged by myself, admitted), final and all-orbiting (-can you even say that?) novel... Laurie is impatiently waiting! #fadonamorgadinha #fado #morgadinha #guitar #guitargod #alfama #lisbon #amaliarodrigues #generations #laurieandthestoryof (Somehow connected to...) #legacy #worldheritage #novel #prose #saudade #meandmystory #hopeisjusttofinishthosefewthingsthatyoureallywanttoandthenbesatisfiednotlessifyouareabletofinishyourlifeinaplacewhereguitarplayerslikethisoneplaysforfreeeverynight (Usual one-off hashtag... But a real wish!) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Fado na Morgadinha)
Hende Laurie… Det første han lærer, er tallet nul. 0. At komme talrækken til bunds. Ovenfra, hvis der er noget op og ned på tal.
ESCAPE PLAN This is a detailed plan for a complete escape. Can't you see it? Well, then you don't need to escape. It's so cleverly drawn, that only those in real need of getting out can see it. If it only looks like untouched snow, a bit of sky, solid concrete, or a sheet of paper waiting to be filled, then it's simple: You need no escape. Sit back and relax. But for those of us that see a map-like plan with important notes, it's vital. A question of surviving! The way out, a route to avoid trouble. No matter from what. And yes of course, including yourself. A very ingenious mind has made this plan. Or just plain desperate; a mind in immediate need to disappear from the grid. What or who, it doesn't matter: This IS the way out. Get going! If not seeing any plan, you're either deceiving yourself. Or happy where you are. Then stay and keep this a picture of nothing. More or less. Don't think. That'll make you see. It can be tempting. But it's a trap. And the escape plan will show itself… Right here. Now. See? #mantelmomento #danielmantel (Escaping TO:) #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #escape #snow #overload #toomuch #plan #plain #unvisible #thechosenfew #wayout #justanotherphotoofsomesnowmadeintoashortstoryrathersimplebutforreallikeinrealitymineincludedoronlyminewhocares (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)
This is an eye. As you can see. Unless you're blind. Blindness has often nothing to do with the eye. But with the way it's used. Or misused. Anyway, you see the world around you, and call it reality. Rather realities, according to the many different persons. Perception of reality… So far so good. Or not, depending on the eye that see. But we agree, most of us, that looking in a mirror, you see yourself. Eye to eye, so to see. But modern science rips that illusion apart. Any object reacts to being watched. That's a fact. So the eye you see in the mirror are cheating you. Actually, you can't be sure it's you looking at you. It might be another you. Or another eye. Watching you. When you walk away from the mirror, you don't know. If there's an eye staring out. You will never know. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/vaagn-op/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #eye #whatyousee #mirror #youwillneverknow #uneasy #realitycheck #laurieandthestoryof (Somehow...) #iamsofuckingtiredofpeoplejudgingeachotherbystupidsuperficialstuffandnotaspersonswhichhasnothingtodowiththisbutwtf (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Mirror Reveal)
