And That Now Is Now! As It Is Every Time...

#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))

Status...

Status…

Det er umuligt at skrive en status. Her er et billede af en sol. Resten er tomhed. En venten uden håb. Der er andre billeder. Og der er det store perspektiv. Liv og død, naturens gang, den evige cyklus. Den er ligegyldig, det er teori, der er ikke plads til den slags. Det kommer, måske, engang. Det burde være muligt at skrive en status. Den kan bare aldrig dække denne virkelighed. Det er januar,…

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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)

Hvis Himlen...

Hvis himlen var et bygningsværk, ville det sandsynligvis brase sammen. Så ville vi vade rundt i et tyk lag af blå splinter og trevler fra noget vat. Og der ville blive indledt undersøgelser: Hvem kan drages til ansvar? Hvem beordrede den himmel bygget? Fulgte arkitekter og bygherrer de almindeligt kendte beregninger for en hvælvet struktur? Og budgettet bør nok også granskes, der nedsættes udvalg…

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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))

Now it is enough! I can't stop posting those "cute" clouds, sun, sky... It's embarrassing! It is SO not me! I should be posting all kinds of destructive, depressing, dark things. PLEASE MAKE ME! Not this kinda 'nice' neutral stuff... Ok and anyway: I'll be gone from this horrible town (NOT city...) in a very few days. THEN I can post nice photos. Because I then will be in a nice place! There's a helluva difference! REAL pictures from a REAL paradise! Lisbon and Castelo de Vide. Instead of "Aarhus2017". Can you assasinate a cultural capital? Well, at least I can try... My God, (not that I have any), how I long to be gone from this horrible town and this horrible life... Am I making fun? Well, what do you think? Sorry, I forgot: You don't think at all. Just like I try not to. End of not-much. Here's those clouds... #getoutofmyway #cloudscape #idontcare #wasteoftime #wannago #leaving #leavemealone #tired #pretending #phony #laurieandthestoryof (It WILL be part of that...) #meandmystory #notcaring #notreallymakingmydayworthanotherday #annoying #life #lifewithoutlife #soonillbeinacompletelydifferentplaceandisimplycantwaitbecauselifeandthiscountryandmostofitspeoplereallysucksandtheresnoexcuse (...Yeah, yeah, usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: FAR AWAY)

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

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

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium

Phosphor! What a blazing beauty! Skeletons running screaming, with remains of skin and limbs illuminating the darkest shadows of our minds. Where we find our deepest dreams and desires. Wonderful phosphor! Bonemarrow, fried in 1000 degrees, are simple calculation: Just like Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Which lives are most valuable? When will it never be ours? Phosphor, enlighting death to a real bye-bye party. Let the skeletons rattle in joy! Let them! #phosphor #lifevalues #whateverittakes #war #priceoflife #decision #logic #party #math #casualties #survival #dance #skeletons #thisisjustapicturenotevenfromarealphosphorbombbuttrytoimaginetakingthedecisiontouseit (...Usual one-off hashtag) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #laurieandthestoryof (-will get to that, and the world will be self-ignited phosphor...) (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via help-n-quotes)

...And the saddest is being the one watching that someone falling...