It's Simple. Attraction To Shiny Things. Especially If It Fulfills Another Basic Need: To Fit In. Being

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Jeg havde overnattet i Carreiras, det der i Danmark ville være en lille flække længere ude end nogen krage ville forvilde sig i mareridt. Her var det en lille idyl mellem de højeste bjerge i Serra de São Mamede. Når man er vokset op med bavnehøje som imponerende, er det Alper og Himalayaer ser ned på med foragt, 1000 meter med nøgne takkede klippetoppe, ret så vildt.…

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Mental Styrke.

Prolog:

Slapsindet sygelig selvbevidst. Skam og fortrydelse grovædes af de store sorte fugle der lurer i de alt for mange cirklers brudstykker, der til forveksling ligner styrtdykkende datidssjæle, sorte også flokke, ikke til at skille fra de store sorte fugles knivskarpe mønstre.

Svigefulde syge silhuetter.

  Mening. 

Beslutsom og viljefast. Hov nej, kuling med vindrester af storhed. Småfugle…

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#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))

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)

I am lucky... Not that I'm that much into soccer, but... I was in Lisbon when Portugal became European Champions. THAT was a whole city going totally crazy! And today, again right in the spot, Benfica becomes national champions. Again, the city is going happy. (Except for those very quiet Sporting-fans...) In every public place, in most normal café's, in every parque or jardim... People are gathered to celebrate. And the whole experience is so different from Denmark. Here it's happy partying. And only that. Not frustrations and aggressive behaviour. So: More respect for a people that uses every opportunity to be happy. No matter what the "official" ranking of 'happy' countries say... (Which is a as misleading as possible...) No! I'm not that big a soccer fan. But I'm fan of a country that uses any excuse to be... Happy! #benfica #champions #lisbon #happiness #portuguese #happycountries #partytime #winners #nothingtodowithwriting #anightout #writingbreak #people #statistics #lies #campeones #celebrating #notmuch #notwriting #laurieandthestoryof (Is somehow related to this...) #howthiscountryanditspeoplemakesmewritealmostallthetimeevenwhenimjustwatchingsocceroutsideinaparcfillefwithpartyingcelebratingbenficafans (Usual one-off hashtag... VERY one-off!) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Lisbon, Portugal)

.... (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/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)

And how it ends: Now it's time for those stories in my head to get into other peoples heads... 😁

I have a very vivid memory of sitting in a first grade classroom (first grade was my first actual classroom because my mom homeschooled me for kindergarten) thinking “I am literally going to die, I can’t live one more minute without reading a story, but I’ve already gotten my book confiscated for peeking at it during class and I have no backup book and I’m going to die” and then thinking in a burst of divine inspiration “WHAT IF I TELL MYSELF A STORY INSIDE MY HEAD.  THEY CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME.  PHYSICALLY THEY CANNOT.”

they could not

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