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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)

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)

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

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)

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)

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)

MY GREY FOLLOWER. Senhor Passo, Laurie, the "me" and everybody in my head agree: I really, REALLY, oughta check out. Leave it all. Just get away. From every- and anything. Whatever person, even the ones I like. Also myself. Not that I care much for me these days.  They all advise me the same thing. In 3 or 4 languages, but what the… I decide we understand each other. No; deciding not needed. We're in it together, common understanding. Whatever origin. And they, we all SHOUT the same: GET OUT FROM THE GREY! Leave. However. To where? To what? It doesn't matter. The grey drags me down. So: Anywhere, anything. Just away! From myself. Too. I'm turning grey… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #grey #getaway #clouds #intothedark #leaving #breakdown #ontheedge #boring #nogood #winter #depression #toomuch #overload #goingdown #changeneeded #whatever #whocares #emptiness #enoughhashtags #selfloathing #deadfeelings #iamfilledwaytoomuchwithstuffofallkindsexceptthefewthingsthatreallymatterssoihavetocutawayalotincludingthegrowinggreyinside (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Everywhere on Earth)

"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)

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)

https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/?ti=cl Sorry; in danish: Bliver de færdige? Når de Afladningers Afladninger? Afladninger Vol 2…? UNDER ALLE TÆNKELIGE OG UTÆNKELIGE OMSTÆNDIGHEDER: ÅBNINGSPERFORMANCE ÅBY BIBLIOTEK FREDAG D.9/2 KL.15.! BLIVER DE MON KLAR? Alt er Afladninger… Alt Afladt. Til tiden eller ej: Tid er ikke en del af formularen… #https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/?ti=cl #mantelmomento #danielmantel #afladninger #åbybibliotek #udenfilter #performance #exhibition #multimedia #maxmadsen #willtheyfinish #comeandseeforyourself #fridaytheninthoffebruaryatthreepmsharptherewillbeaperformanceanywayandfinishedornot (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Åby Bibliotek)

We had our first of many definite final meetings at Stonehenge version '18. The last updates before a battle. That was no battle. Only switching to pure fiction. End of reality. Maybe like the druids in the past. If they did meet. If not, the more appropriate: Also fiction. I was a bit emotional. So close to my dear and loyal friends. Also the ones the story hadn't created yet: Dear and loyal. Like the "I" that was more me than I. Like Laurie, Senhor Passo, the whole gang. And the extras waiting for their cue. If the story would give them a line. We all joined hands and jumped into my pool of imagination. Well, no. Not really. I made that bit up. That's what I do. Only this time I was a little anxious. A hidden agenda in my mind. Or in. Somewhat stupid. A hidden agenda, yeah right: Not at all! It was in my thoughts. As my figures and the story. So of course they knew. No thought can be hidden among thoughts. Still, I wasn't sure how they'd react. Our story had to be postponed about a month. But hey, they knew. And told me, or I told "I", or… You know! The story would unfold and be alive anyway. No matter what matter. I rediscovered: The story was actually and always ahead of me. We, in front of that Stonehenge version '18, allowed me a short detour: https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/ I promised, during my being absent-minded, that I'd finish my "Part 4" of 'Klynk & Ynk': That WILL be posted… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #afladninger #udenfilter #åbybibliotek #laurieandthestoryof + #primeiroproximopasso (Will return; actually not away, just deeper in fiction...) #aakb #volume2 #maxmadsen #stonehenge #thisisjustacirclebeingclosedcalledAfladningerstartedatDokk1throughKulturmødetMorstonowÅbylibraryasoneyearofAfladningeronAfladningerifthatmakessenseifnotthencomeandseeforyourself (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Stonehaven)

On a day like this. Staring back at you. Three writers will break. Their tongues, voices, lips, brains, souls and hearts. Just for you and anyone, on a day like this. Past, present, future. Reality, fiction, hands flat down, going all in, a day like this. Only on a day like… Not necessarily about a day like this. No. That COULD turn out way too much. Like a day. Like this. Quite brave, those three writers. The day says: "Really? On a day like this?" Staring even harder, back at you and anyone. On a day like this. http://www.artgallery-ps.com/exhibitions/kunst-udstillinger.html #psartgallery #popoppoeterne #mantelmomento #petersimonsen #annettepetersen #tomasdalgaard #danielmantel #artgallery-ps #udenfilter #morning #morninghasbroken -And will keep breaking you down into single words. #laurieandthestoryof And #primeiroproximopasso Is living in another world; not like this day. #dawn #lifeinblackandwhite (Literally) #spokenword #readingoutloud #justonemoreday #whytoday #threesome (Not really, but wtf...) #fiction #realitybites #whywedothisweaskourselveseveryminuteofthedayespeciallyadaylikethisbutnoanswercomestomind... (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Art Gallery PS)

It's simple. Attraction to shiny things. Especially if it fulfills another basic need: To fit in. Being part of a group. Adapting a pattern. Now we are! No one likes to be alone, somewhere in endless something. Too much space! Everyone wants to belong. Sharing your mind with others. Counting on you getting your share as well. Expecting equal exchange; being stronger through common connecting dots. And not just a single dot; exhausted then executed by freedom. A pattern explains otherwise random stuff. Makes sense out of all the ups and downs in your life. Makes your life. Then, if another and better pattern emerges, you jump to that. Maybe for a moment dangling only from a string of light. Patiently waiting… Then! Perfect match. Fits like a glove. Or a custom made cage. But! Never ever think of the pattern as a web. That needs to be fed. More than you need to fit. It is too shiny to be bad. Woven tightly in, totally away, is just an honor. And a strength. A single mind can't survive. Thoughts united! Shining as one… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso (Leading up to...) #danish (sorry) #prose #udenfilter #pattern #life #thisisjustanotherpauseorbreakbeforejumpingintotherealstory (Usual one-off hashtag) #growingup #ontheway #reality #light #guidance #gettingcloser #mystory #mymind #connectingthedots #breakthrough #enough #change #out #stop (her: Destination Anywhere)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/12/15/100-julevroevl-aevl-eventyrloest-men-fuldt-digitaliseret/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/12/15/100-julevroevl-aevl-eventyrloest-men-fuldt-digitaliseret/ #christmas #threewisemen #prose (Danish, sorry...) #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (Somewhere in the back...) #primeiroproximopasso (...of my head) #christmasspirit #commercial #bruunsgalleri #sellout #lookalikes #statueofliberty (... X 3 in the spirit of...) #blackandwhite (Almost, and certainly in the purpose of the decoration...) #buy #hardlynolightsatallonlybleakfromtheoutsidemeanwhilegiftsareoutofproportionbutstillbeingsoldandboughtaslastyearandthelastandthelastand...itneverends (Usual one-off hashtag) MERRY XMAS! #merrychristmas (her: Aarhus, Denmark)

This is in NO way part of the digital world! Every possible action against any 0'es and 1'es are taken. No combination creating a code can be made. Not even disguised as something analogue, however innocent looking. This IS foolproof safe from any intrusive digital however clever sneaky little combination. There's simply NO place or space where a 0 stands beside a 1. Or a 1 besides a 0. See? IF those evil numbers try to connect… WHAM! A huge roadblock of other random numbers and letters are slammed down between them; they simply won't know what hit them! Or rather; what filled the tiny gap they were about to use for some fiendish purpose… And no! I am certainly not being stupid, posting this! It's done manually with paper, scissors and adhesive tape! And I have sprayed all over with digital-repellant! Just to be on the safe side… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter This time, it IS hard to see any connection with #laurieandthestoryof and #primeiroproximopasso -but it's there! #365tekster That btw has all ©®™ etc! #atlasoveraarhus #clever #internet #digital #analog #tshirt #design #words #sorryforusinganotherpersonswordsbuttheideaofpostingthesentencesocleverprintedontshirtsby365tekstericouldntresist (her: 365tekster)

More or less from one day to the next, they forgot. It had been coming for years, even decades. A few had noticed, but named it something else. A new invention in the ever accelerating digital world. Some positive or unavoidable thing. Anything digital. Connected to development, innovation, progress… It's a win/win. Another much used term; guaranteed to hide the truth. But suddenly, one fine day, everybody on the planet had forgotten. Words. Letters. Sentences. How to write, speak, communicate. Apparently for no reason. They began all over. They had to. Some with 0'es and 1'es. Trying to reprogram languages. That failed, no surprise. Other started scratching in modern caves. In the beginning just almost indecipherable signs. Trying hard to express something. Almost with impatience. Even with a kind of anger. Forgetting seems to create very strong feelings. Let's hope we find a way to describe that. I hope, but have no words for that. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/ #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #shortstory #prose #fiction #lift #language #words #communication #justsaying #serversdown #startingalloveragain #withoutwords #justmyvisionandthoughtsaftertoomuchdigitalinputandnotatleastthatannoyingfacebook (Usual one-off hashtag)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fejlbestilt-start/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fejlbestilt-start/ Danish prose... Sorry for everyone except the few millions reading that little language... #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (VERY much the first lines of...) #primeiroproximopasso (AS WELL for Senhor Passo too!) #fiction #prose #mystory #novel #workinprogress #insideout #momentofzen #cafe #sosimple #start #momentofreflection #udenfilter #future #theveryfirstlinesincomingnovelinprogressandwillbefinishedevenifittakesfiveyearsorwhatever (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Deep Inside)

In the 21st century, they began building pyramids again. It was a decision not really taken by any authority, but it was commonly very popular. It's hard to say if it was caused by lack of believable Gods; many had been worshipped with a huge amount of followers for hundreds if not thousands of years. So maybe it was a response, or rather result, of the increasing single high-rises. Usually placed where they would do most harm. In the sense of being extremely ugly, and at the same time standing so you couldn't get free of the sight. It was a new and very effective form of prisons. You had to either stay inside with curtains drawn, or simply walk around with your eyes closed very hard. To avoid being caught in that devastating ugliness. Maybe that was why. If there had to be those sky-scratching buildings, then why not give them a purpose? Put something inside. So it happened. New pyramids. Filled with whatever you wanted. Your dreams, your destiny, your future… Your freedom. At night they were lit with hope. From and for every single soul. Most about escaping the new high-rise prisons. To live with open eyes. It actually made sense…    #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (Always...) #primeiroproximopasso (Also...) #udenfilter #pyramids #modernage #belief #buildings #gellerup #highrise #hope #fiction #reality #prose #whythefuckmysmalltownisbeingdestroyedbycommercialhighrisebuildingsisimplycantunderstand (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Aarhus, Denmark)

Now we come to the central organs. Ha-ha; still not used to it? But this IS how we look inside. Please pre-vomit before lesson, young man. Otherwise consider change to some other line of studying. Like literature, where you safely can read about this. Without getting your fingers in it… And replace reality with something like 'soul'. And more fictive rubbish. Finished cleaning up yourself? Then let's continue. We clearly see the almost black structure that is bones, then in grey and greyish, tendons, intestines and other gutt-stuff. Whatever… The heart is seen as very bright, and is, as known even in literature, the muscle that keeps us alive. Though some fiction will tell you nonsense about the heart not only being a muscle! Ridiculous… Try stop that light, and the room goes all blank. A few seconds trying to remember, then *pling!*. Around that ticking bomb, literally, we see the rest of the organs in the upper torso: Different shapes and colours of fluffy stuff: Cotton! And THAT is where expressions like "being soft around the heart" comes from. Feel free to take some samples. They can be quite useful in many ways. I myself never buy any kind of cotton wool! You, young man, you can use some to remove those smelly stains, just dig in! Yes, grab a handful. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (Relaxing from...) #primeiroproximopasso (Just behind...) #anatomy #lecture #heart #fiction #real #cutup #justforonetimerelaxingandtakingadaywithouthttps://mantelsroman.wordpress.com (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Deep Inside)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/05/soevnens-velsignelse/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/05/soevnens-velsignelse/ Sorry, not a very interesting picture... But fits the story... In danish. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (Never leaves my head...) #primeiroproximopasso (Same goes for him) #udenfilter #coffeebreak #sleep #realities #deepinside #falling #unwell #day #sleepingaway #howastateofmindorsomediseasecanmakeyoualmostunabletogetthroughaday (Usual one-off hashtag) #prose #danish (sorry, again...) (her: I Min Seng)

Red just seems natural in autumn. But this red was alive. And not a very friendly creature. It peeled itself of and started attacking. With the very effective active red crane in overdrive. Swinging wildly as a fast forward movie. Motions and movements as fast as a Raptor with rabies. The little gathered group of humans was swallowed in one big sweep. In the fragment of a second. And then they were all red. Melting, literally, into that autumns somewhat rare more-red-than-ever months. Instantly becoming part of the natural decomposition. Rapidly decaying. And for the helpful worms to get into action, the frantic cranes threw around dirt and soil. So the bodies soon was unmarked graves. Some so taken by surprise, not expecting the process being in almost ridiculous at least grotesque uptempo speed. And ever accelerating. Beyond what is possible. Those few people turning up in lalaland to watch the red in action, was a buried bag of bones with no bag before their skulls could say "why red?" Indeed a good question. The answer was just a silent but frightening collective growl from all the spreading red. And cranes roaring up through the sky, leaving open wounds pouring out, of course, massive vomit of red. Red was soon the colour of the first flakes of snow; and even the wind was howling in red. A few months later the universe was monochrome. And had never been anything but red. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #red #autumn #scarytimes #imagination #cranes #gellerup #helhedsplan #howaninnocentpicturecanturnveryevilandstarttotakeovertheworld (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Mudderbad Helhedsplan Gellerup / Toveshøj)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/mit-sted-my-place/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/mit-sted-my-place/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #castelodevide #docesecompanhia (view) #blurredphoto #entrance #myworld #fiction #real #prose (danish, sorry) #meandmystory #novelinprogress #novelist #wouldbe #missing #bestintheworld #apieceoftheplacethatgivesmepeace... (The usual one-off hashtag) #workinprogress #inayear #atsomepoint #findyourself #findingmyself #portugal #pleasesetmefree (Note to myself... I guess) Bad photo; out of focus... The point is to find the... Point 😊 (her: Castelo de Vide)

What a spectacular sunset! We almost didn't believe our eyes. Or maybe it was my mind playing with us. Or reality interfering rudely and a bit exaggerated with our little world. The day had been more or less as any other. As any day is more or less as any other… . For anyone and everybody. So-called real or called any- and everything else, like fictive. As, I guess, we'd be. But we had for a long time doubted those terms and what they tried to define. Not very precise, though. Back to the day, with such a surprising ending. Me and my friends, Senhor Passo, Laurie, the 'I', and our DIY-specialist, the 'he' that could turn into anyone, including a 'she'. And useful in any time; past, present and future… We had endured the normality of a normal day; quite an ordeal for us. For anyone. At this time of the year also the climate to add. All in all one of those days, where we longed to be anywhere else. And then this sunset! Unexpected, and not fitting the story. The endgame weren't supposed to take place here. What to do? Changing the story was considered too difficult. Though not written, as such, it would be all wrong with the four or five of us here, in Denmark at this time of year. I, as the master of us all, took a decision: This sunset was either geographically totally misplaced… Or fiction. We all agreed on fiction. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #novelinprogress #shortstory #sunset #meandmystory #fiction #reality #tobecontinued #prose #danish #thisisjustonemorepresentingmymaincharactersinthatnovelstillonthedrawingboardorinmyheadwhichisthesamesowtf (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: I Min Seng)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/12/foto-med-foelge/ (Prose, in danish...) #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/12/foto-med-foelge/ #fiction #prose #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (This time actually in the story...) #primeiroproximopasso (Senhor Passo also passing by...) #cloudscape #sky #reality #clouds #thispieceofproseisnotonlyindanishbutalsomostlyjustbabblingandclosetononsensesobehappyifyoucannotreaddanish (Usual one-off hashtag...) #picturespeaksathousandwords #whatever #autumnsky #mindscape #meandmystory #storyofmylife (This is actually beginning to take shape: Soon I'll be working on a full-length piece; yes, a novel...) #novelist #workinprogress #enoughhashtags #day #daysgettinglonger #beginning (her: Aarhus, Denmark)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/afladninger-kulturmoedet-mors/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/afladninger-kulturmoedet-mors/ https://www.facebook.com/events/185974958606288/?ti=cl #afladninger #kulturmødetmors #mantelmomento #maxmadsen #danielmantel #flyer #commercial #performance #words #stage #nykøbingmors #fiction #andsoonjusttheadvertisingthatthewholeeventneverdidgetrightintheprogram (Usual one-off hashtag...) #showtime #whateverhappens #seeforyourself #unique #whatever #fun #serious #art #enoughhashtags (her: Kulturmødet)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/min-mund-min-verden-og-de-andres/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/min-mund-min-verden-og-de-andres/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #lotsoffilters #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #prose #fiction #reality #unreal #words #shutup #voicesinmyhead #characters #meandmystory #meandmybrain #mouth #lipssealed #thruth #lies SORRY, PROSE IN DANISH... #whatifallmyfiguresfrommyneverwrittennovelbeganinterferingwithotherstories (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Inside My Head)

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)

It was a perfect sunset. Clear blue sky, very slowly turning darker; just the way we prefer our summer evenings. Light so slowly fading, that it could be mistaken for stubborn wanting to stay. Or it's simply a bit too happy to see itself. Maybe it's human, at least in behavior. Maybe it has noticed how many pictures are taken during its settling. Maybe it looks in a mirror, and admires what it sees. As everybody, or some, or a few, knows and understands, are mirrors reflecting exactly what we want to see. That's the purpose of mirrors in this world. Anyway, while dragging its disappearing behind the horizon a few minutes extra, maybe the horizon being paid to lower itself, some badass misfits of clouds got tired of the going on for hours settling of the sun: So these few clouds gathered in a corner and came up with a plan. Not really for any reason. Just bored with that prolonged perfect summer evening. Without just a hint of a cloud to disturb the picture. But those few rebelclouds decided to *BANG!* show up with as much power and lightdisturbance as possible. They knew they were too few to totally block the sky, (what a wonderful dream!), so they found a spot where they almost could beat the sunset; with concentrated power look like a small explosion. And so they did. Enjoyed the moment of messing up that oh so perfect summer evening. It was fun! Pure joy! If a bit destructive, so be it! So much bigger was their disappointment. And disbelief: When most people looked up; "Ah, look how the sun reflects in those cute clouds, isn't it wonderful?" The clouds got so frustrated and angry. To hell with people and beautiful evenings! Those clouds are on constant alert: One fine day they'll get their revenge! And it won't be nice… For neither people nor sky. Just wait and see! Except it will be too dark to see anything. You just wait… #revenge #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (yes, she's in it too...) #primeiroproximopasso (also him) #angryclouds #summerevening #likeapicture #toomuch #waitingforsomethingtohappen #soboringwiththosehourlongtoendurebeatifulsunsetsthatyouwelcomesomecloudsmakingtheirownsmallrevolution (Usual one-off hashtag)

NO! No-no-no! That is NOT right! It's the other way around: Tarmac does not burst up in grass! It is grass that slowly but forceful cracks up through tarmac. This… Thing, is against the natural order of…  Things. It's not normal! And disturbs not only the eyes, but the perception of reality. Tarmac breaking up grass; it must be nothing but an illusion! And certainly not a nice sight or thought. Do something! NOW! My brain got kickstarted, literally, bounced around my skull, tried to come up with a solution. Somehow I was responsible, though I didn't quite know why. Or how. And what to do… It didn't take long, though. To find a possible way through this mess. Quite simple, actually. If it wasn't 'natural', well, then I just had to change what's natural and not. A question of perception. A slight discrete change of reality, or view of. Putting minds at ease by introducing a grain of fiction. Only small alterations; keeping reality real… In their minds. Not making people feel as part of an imagination. My imagination. Inserting a few tiny changes without being invasive. They wouldn't feel a thing… And last of all being manipulated. No; when messing around with reality, and especially others, you have to be careful not being caught in the act. It was almost too easy. A few thoughts or rather ways of thinking, smoothly laid out as a filter on that tarmac/grass-incident. The relief in their eyes! The many faces changing from deep concern and disbelief to "ahh! -just that", and small recognizing smiles. Yes of course, the usual thing. When tarmac grows up through grass. It happens. It's the way of a natural world. Some slight nodding, and the high-pitched worried voices moved on. It's almost too easy… With just a little bit of fiction. I wondered if I should follow their new reality. Sooner or later they would see grass breaking through tarmac. Then what? And would it be my problem again? Guess so. When reality can't cope… #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/asfaltgraes/ (Long version in danish…) #tarmac #grass #reality #fiction #whatever #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso

There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)