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And that now is now! As it is every time...

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“Look at it, look at the mess we’ve made. Things have fallen apart, we have fallen apart. God, we used to love each other so much and now, all that rests between us is a mortal silence. A wall of silence so thick it cannot be broken with words nor looks. Nothing. And maybe, but only maybe, We just weren’t meant to be.”

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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!

Oh dear. You're not well at all. Those closed eyes… So sad. And obvious. At least to me, as I guess you know. It's a fine mask, sunny and serene. But I know. I see the cracks oozing out fear and desperation. Loss of senses. Just lost. Don't worry. It's me: I will fix you. Save you from all those haunting moments. That tears apart what's left of your mind. I can hear the scratching and crackling in your sore skull. Mirror-like, confined horrors twisting and turning, trying to break you. Shooting sizzling darts at your dissolving horizon. A disease eating moment by moment, until you're left with useless time, locking up yourself in fear of yourself… I'll fix you! You won't feel a thing. Make your mask your mind, just while… Slide out under any persistent moment; go for the sky I'm building, it's safe, trust me! … Right. See now. No, no, not with your eyes. Keep them shut, that's part of the deal. A fair one! Now you can dream. I gave you time! For a dream or two. Go on. Dream away. All the way. (Long version in danish at: https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com ) #mantelmomento #danielmantel #mantelshistorier #udenfilter #choices #mind #badchoices #prose #fiction #realitybites #anofferyoucantrefuse #meandmymind #dreamaway #dontlistentothoseofferingyoutimeanddreamsinsteadofmomentsorthatsatleastmyexperience (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Inside .) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqUpSX_HXQ7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1lmwbuthv2qqf

I love barbed wire. I hate the sun. I love being kept in the dark. I hate knowing things. I love barbed wire in my eyes. I hate seeing words crawl back into themselves, but I love the blankness of innocent eyes, pretending not to understand anything. And so on. Oh, I forgot: I love lack of response. I hate being part of anything. All in all; life is almost too easy. Yeah! #love #sun #barbedwire #surface #blank #blankness #lifeisgood #laughingitoff #hugs #pretending #caring #easylife #nousualoneoffhashtagseenoreasonwhywheneverythingisjustsoniceandeasy (Usual one-off...) #laurieandthestoryof (At least less fictive than life) #danielmantel (Loving everybody) #mantelmomento #udenfilter (Of any kind! Straight and honest!) #primeiroproximopasso (Will end up loving life as I do; I can make him! Just like me...) (her: 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/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)

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  Sanserne er jaget vildt. Specielt øjnene er udsatte. Sæsonen er åben for anskydninger og vingeklip, camoufleret som lystige glimt og genskin. Solen har ubemærket taget sin venlige maske på, overvældende blændende jovial, kammeratlig, en rigtig guttermand. Det er utænkeligt at den skulle være en lusket djævel. Sådan nogle rare gule stråler. Det er først når den brænder sig ind i hovedskallen…

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