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We're quite a lot... 😉

Indescribable

As a writer, in every story I write I feel like I’m leaving out something really, really important, but I can never figure out what it is.

And I don’t suppose I’ll ever be satisfied with anything I write until I can get that indescribable thing onto my paper. 

And I know I’m not the only writer who thinks this way.

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

My map. My world. Here we are. All of us. No use denying it. This is my world, and you're all in it. More or less significant, mostly less. But you're here. It's my map. We're here, no escape. Like it or not. Probably not. Not much to like. Believe me, I've tried to get out. To get rid of some of you. To change the map. Even to pretend the map's not mine, not my world. It's a confusing map. Nothing to hold on to. No real landmarks. No "bigger picture". No statements to build an identity on. I know! You all of course have your own map. But you'll always be here too. Not that I care much. That is, come think of it, the easiest way to be. Not to care. How do you all think I've survived? Being on your maps? In your worlds? Only by not bothering. That I can recommend. In any world. On my map too. So, here we all are. Don't care! Be indifferent. It's easy. Try. Be my guest… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #map #abstract #allofus #myworld #mindmap #lost #notcaring #indifferent #yourmove #badcamera #mapping #careless #idontcare #sotiredofbeingonyourmapasthesmallpixelorpixieyoureallydontwanttohaveinyourworldbutaretoopolitietosayorasmejustdontcare (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Anywhere and Everywhere)

And am...

“Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.”

— Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Flawed picturesque. Picturesque, but partly. Or, just a thought, it could be 'still life', 'stilleben', out of order. Literally, not keeping still but moving. Not much, only causing some unwanted reflection. A tiny streak in a corner. If it wasn't too obvious, too easy, it would be a symbol. A picture of the never quite perfect life. But that is way too simple. We believe in picturesque moments. Life rolling over, playing dead. Holding its breath. Yes! That posture. Don't move! Don't blink! Don't twitch! Don't flinch! Look alive! Come on, make at least an effort… No! Catch that life before it moves. Kill if you have to. And get the picturesque before it goes into decay. Being rotten might be living. But the flaws could smell rather bad. In time, it'll all dissolve. Maybe picturesque? #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #picturesque #flawed #tooeasy #playingdead #stilllife #symbolic #decaying #being #aliveorjustbreathing #circleoflife #thisisjuststupidnonsensecausedbylackofpropermobilecamandtheresultofthat (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Picturesque)

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

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

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium

KATTETUR-RETUR version 2

VERSION AF TIDLIGERE TEKST, LETTERE OMSKREVET TIL OPLÆSNING-

For en hel del år siden, nok endda helt tilbage til fra før vi begyndte på det med at blive ældre… -Gik vi en tur. Gennem rigtig ukontrolleret skov, den vilde slags; den smule der var lidt mere af dengang. Med tæt krat at udforske, og en underskov der næsten var symbolsk. Eller ihvertfald vil blive det. Dette var dengang der stadig var…

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BLINDFOOLED. He's totally baffled. Once again. So confused, that he's glued to the ground. It happens so often, too often, he's beginning to suspect something obstructing his moving around in this world. The failure might be a wrong wiring in his brain. But it's hard to tell: Like thoughts thinking thoughts about themselves. Like a mind being scrutinized by itself: Like… Now this tree. Is the slight quivering at the top for real? Are the tiny twigs above actually trembling? He can't move past that puzzle. Could it be a reflection? If so, reflected in him or by something outside his hyperventilating mind? Or, just to make things more complicated, a combination? Whatever possible, he makes into a metaphysical question. And, as we know, anything is possible. The tree begins to feel uncomfortable. Being observed so close, it shifts and moves, uneasy, just to avoid that stare. Checkmate! Or maybe he just need new glasses… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #meltdown #wiring #baffling #foolingmyself #mindless #thinkingtoomuch #unreal #stupidtreeinmywaystopsmeinmyexploringrealityasifanythingisrealforreal (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: The Middle of No-where)

Not only getting credit for... But actually being 😊

“How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”

— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

No doubt: C...!

dialogue prompt #52

A: “I wish you could block people in real life.”

B: “Restraining order.”

C: “Murder.”

The room behind the shattered window filled with tears. Faster than the cracks and the new hole could handle. The many people in the public house had no time to escape. That only made the tears flow as rivers from their eyes. And so just adding to their certain drowning. After the panic and last bobbles, bodies was slowly circulating under the ceiling. It was quite a peaceful. Why the windows, especially the newly smashed, didn't burst from the pressure of the water, was one peculiar thing. Another was the dead moving around, almost as if they had adapted death as a new life. With a purpose. To keep on crying. But you couldn't see it. Their eyes was filled with water anyway. Tears just made the body float a bit. Like small adjusting thrusters in space. The dead began manoeuvring by bursts of tears. One of their first missions, was to replace that broken window. It was all very sad. They kept the old shattered window. Framed it and hung it on the wall. A minute's silence, a moment of contemplating life and death. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #window #cracks #waterworld #tears #fiction #breathing #aliveandwell #smashed #life #everythingdependsonthewayyouseeitorinthiscasehowyoudieandliveonanway (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Alive - Ready)

MØNSTER # 2 / LØRIK

MØNSTER # 2 / LØRIK

20.000 Dage og nætter og det imellem Plus overtid under huden Til synet af verden og fra alle vinkler Blankpoleret fejlfrit finpudset Aldrig nok og trykken for brystet Tilbage

Én Lille bid af tid fra en anden Efterladt overset så let for glemt Kradser sig ind i alle syn Øjne holder vejret anspændt Øjeblikket bedøves og bæres Tilbage

20.000 Døgn og mere til kun syneladende Et billede der hverken…

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I need protection badly then.

“We all create stories to protect ourselves.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

Actually, almost no difference... 🤡🤣😳😵

April Fool’s joke news is harder to spot because we live in times when ordinary news is ridiculous.

For sure!

I can’t shine now but I’ll fucking shine later.

@poetpastry

This photo is very simple. Anyone can just shrug shoulders, think 'ok, quite nice'. Or not: Too easy, too obvious. A sun. Some trees. The sky. A jet plane passing over. That's all. Not much, really. Nothing left for the imagination. No story. Right? Wrong! Very wrong! WHY would I post a good-for-nothing almost boring picture? There IS a reason! That blue dot! See? It's alarming! And very much so! THE BLUE DOT! Feared since the beginning of time… Insanity is certain! It can be the imploding of Facebook, creating a black hole, dragging us all into an unknown dimension. Back to a time before the stone age. Back to an analogue world! Or a sign from an advanced civilisation; revealing us as guinea pigs. Unsatisfied with our slow developing into full digital beings. Whatever: It's the end! Prepare yourself: Escape will only be a futile waste of your last minutes: THE BLUE DOT! Kneel and close your eyes… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #scared #threat #analogue #digitalalert #blue #insanity #theunknown #fear #fearoftheunknown #death #theend #doomsday #closingin #thatbluedotisacertainsignofdoomsdayclosinginlongbeforewearereadybutwewillneverbereadyanywaysowhattheheck

More than ok. Their problem, not mine.

“It’s OK to live a life others don’t understand.”

—

Unknown

Including myself...

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

—

Paulo Coelho

Oh no, not again. Annoying! It still takes him by surprise. And gets harder, almost making him wonder if it's worth it. Dragging his barefooted soul up. Again. But if he doesn't, his soul will freeze and might wander off, find a random pair of shoes, no matter how he'll then look and be looked upon. Not that he cares much, and less for each time. With a tired sigh he starts. Only three steps, but each one making the soles of his feet bleed. Why is it so important? To stand on top of something, pretending to be at the top of something. United body and soul; a fictional construction anyway. Just looking the part. And to be able to overlook whatever: He lost interest in that whatever many steps ago. But, and with boredom, he, his soul and bare feet, will get there. Out of breath, he'll squeeze into those shoes. And will again be firmly rooted. Unable to move, but an example of achievement. He's quite disgusted with himself. Careful! That could make him misjudge, stumble, slip... He really can't cope with just one additional step. But he'll get there. And the shoes might not be too uncomfortable: He'll fit the expected posture. Again. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter (As always, somehow:) #laurieandthestoryof & #primeiroproximopasso #steps #shoes #reality #fiction #postures #soul #fuckedup #tired #pretending #iftheshoefits #stupidity #meandmymind #ladder #seeingthrough #sotiredofthewaysinthecirclesimovearoundinandtheeverongoingattempttobethenewestofthenewestorsomethingonthetopoftherankingthateveryonedeniesexistbutisafactsoobviousthatitsalmostfunny (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: 22below)

As I know I do...

“I don’t forgive people because I’m weak, I forgive them because I am strong enough to know people make mistakes.”

— Marilyn Monroe

En Rottes Rette Plads i Historien.

Variationer over Knust Vindue.

Variationer over Knust Vindue.

DEN SÆDVANLIGE VRØVLEN OM NOGET SIMPELT.

Det er et ægte mysterium. Detektiven hives frem. Støves af og opdateres; moderne metoder og arbejdslegat fra Statens Kunstfond. Optimale betingelser. Rapporten vil ligge på redaktørens bord til julesalget. Men det er ikke for amatører, det kræver sin mand. Som er en kvinde, gerne inter-skandinavisk. Det har vist sig effektivt. Hun spidser mund og pen,…

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More true stuff...

Mortar

Words are easily traded and thrown like grenades, Footholds welled deep in trenches of juxtaposition. Our arguments resound like echoes in the hallway, Making any point confused beyond such cognition.

Everyone wants an explanation that makes sense, But it’s only a generalization to what they demand. Something designed to placate their feeble minds, While everything else is considered to be damned.

“Follow the herd,” they stammer twelve rows back, Because few need a leader to fall from their ledge. It’s not sad people would rather be lost than found, As foundations are built from this rot in the dredge.

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)

😂... Too good not to repeat! 👍

If you throw away a trash can into another, you’ve committed trashcannibalism.

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

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.

Video til ‘Afladninger vol 2’ DENNE VIDEO VAR EN DEL AF "AFLADNINGER VOL 2"; INSTALLATION & PERFORMANCE ÅBY BIBLIOTEK FEBRUAR '18. "AFLADNINGER" IDÉ / TEMA V MAX MADSEN OG DANIEL MANTEL. VIDEO (c) & (r) & TM Odd Bjertnes / Stuck Prod / Heino Ploeckeng / Glimmerfilm. NO SOUND / SILENT MOVIE!

.... (Some days...)

Suicide

Suicide

I sit here in the dark like a mawn      under the moon and stars           All alone                Watching for the break of dawn.

I sit here alone in my corner of the universe.      with clouds above.           blocking the moon, the stars.                No one to hear my verse.

I sit here in the dark, eyes unseeing, head down.      The rain pouring down.           Is there a dawn?                No one will see me drown.

I sit here feeling cold, numb, dead and bound.      Blade in hand.           Whittling away.                Till the blood flows down.

Dawn has broken.      The sun is rising           And there is no light.                Nothing left to be spoken.

K. C. Barry

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/fordelen-ved-fiktiv-symbiose/ Danish prose. Short summary / english version: I'm walking along this road, not quite sure if I'm awake or asleep. Anyway, an american native is entering the picture, also maybe a dog, or is it a bicycle? I'm trying hard to focus on reality, but can't tell what is real and what is my imagination of reality. Or if there's any difference. Not sure if it matters at all. Not sure if I matter. THEN my saviour happens to wrinkle his way out of my fictive world. Putting things straight, even though he himself is an unfinished story. Me telling him is still in progress. Despite that, he guides me through the mess of mixed reality and fiction. And I happily accept, that my real worlds are nothing but that. Fictive. So the symbiosis of my fictive figure and me works perfect. No more stray indians or wobbling bicycles or maybe-dogs. Just me walking on a road. Or rather, me telling the story of me walking on a road. Am I being told. The indian drops down behind the horizon. Ahead of me, and then something with mirrors. But that might just be fiction. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/fordelen-ved-fiktiv-symbiose/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso (Yes, right: The person that helps me on my way...) #filtered #prose #danish #novelinthemaking #reality #fiction #mix (On quite some levels) #road #night #streetlight #justanotherspinofffromtherealstoryaboutsenhorpassoandlaurieandmeandalotofotherpeoplethroughmanyyearsturningintoanovelthatmightnotbefinisheduntill2020or21idontknow (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: On My Way)