He Looked Out Over The Valley, All The Way To The Next Range Of Low Mountains. Against The Sky He Could
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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Lænestolen.
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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)
Really a peculiar character if all connected... 😁
Character Quirks, Pt. 1
Always tucks their shoelaces into their socks
Refuses to sleep with a clock in their room
Keeps a caprisun in their purse just in case
Only has bandages with cartoon characters
Collects hair accessories but never does anything with them
Wears socks on their hands to sleep
Wears cardigans, gets ticked off if someone else shows up with one on
Eats Nutella out of the jar as a snack
Pretends to talk to pretty people in the mirror—in full sight
Skips because they claim it’s faster than running
Wears fingerless gloves everywhere
Carries a pack of cards in their pocket
Has a flannel around their waist—Emergency Flannel
Lies down on the floor at random times because their back hurts
Pretends to take notes but really looks at sensory and aesthetic pictures
Breaks into school lockers for candy
Grabs people’s wrists really hard when they get worried to the point of pain
Won’t stop singing whenever they’re doing something
Cites made up DnD statistics when they watch people
Always has headphones in, but really they’re on an app that amplifies sound so they can hear everything.
Carries around snacks like raw onions
Eats clovers for ‘luck’
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 see myself from the back. From inside the restaurant. I'm alive and happy. That means I took the hard way in. Not the easy way out. For some time I wasn't sure. That time is now. Seeing a picture of myself in the near future, free and letting time be time, not allowing thoughts to interfere or take control, and giving my mind access to whatever words is worth writing, not by any assignment or deadline, and... There's really nothing else to say. I had a choice. The tempting easy way out; just caving in. Or the hard way in; a maze with almost impossible obstacles the way out. It's still ahead of me. But seeing myself from the back, tells me everything. No matter what I must do to be there. Again. Happy and free. Being me. Just me, only me. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (At least geographically...) #me #hardway #being #meandmystory #meandmymind #lisbon #wayin #portugal #home #aperiodintimewithsomeharddifficultiesofdifferentkindslowlyturningsotheeasywaybecomeslessattractiveandthewayinopensup (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Lisbon, Portugal)
And keep in your mind, all the way: YOU are the one that needs to be satisfied... Do NOT care what others might like or not: Their being pointless...
Så hvidt at et hegn må vove sig bag små smil for ikke at sætte spor i ansigtet. Bagsiden af bortvendte øjne, hvor det hvide lige netop rører de stivnede dråber der skiller horisont fra et øjebliks blød berøring, hud en sag for dagens fortabte strålende glæde. Hegnet er nødvendigt for at en uendelighed, lige om det hjørne dagen er, følger med. Nu er fjernt i håndfladen, forsvinder i skyggen af hvide øjnes ansigt. Engang, en dag et øjeblik. Bliver jeg spor af små smils forsigtige berøring. Stilheden venter, videre end horisonten kan bære. Jeg rører ved en kold flade, mærker hvor min mund ikke er. Engang svinder øjeblikket ind til spor. Engang vendes det hvide i mine hænder. Indtil da. Er hegnet den nødvendige naturlighed. Hvide smil. Engang bliver ved. Videre. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #mindscape #oneday #gone #fenced #insideout #outsidein #nowhere #allover #mindset #mindless #babbling #theirony #brainless #kinda #danish #fictionoverreality #prose #dansklitteratur #onemoment #akindasadbutsmilingdaywithalotofnonsensegoingthroughthislittlehead (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: whiteout) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtGe7eGH0r5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=h0vcjze4b50l
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)
Always remember how much you have survived. Your world has fallen apart before. Time and time again and the rest of the world has still kept going despite the fact that you are broken. And after thinking you will never recover, never get up off the floor again, you have, dusted yourself off and carried on. If you have survived your world shattering, over and over again, and you are still here, a bit damaged, a bit broken but still here – you should be proud of yourself. Because that is no small thing.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
So true... And still here!
And again... And again... If necessary 😉
reminder: you can start over at anytime. your day is not ruined. your world is not over. take a deep breath. start over.
