POSSIBLE ENDINGS. Sorry, Danish Prose… Https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/slutning-mulig/

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Han går en tur. Eller turen går ham, det er uden betydning. Det betyder alt, alt er ikke meget, alt for lidt.  Himlen bliver hvidere, kommer tættere på. Presser hans skridt for skridt til krøllen asfalt op omkring hans fødder. Det er da bedre end brødkrummer, når tilbageturen skal findes. Han holder øje med et vendepunkt. Der burde være tydeligere skiltning!  En metalgrøn hæk kvidrer som besat.…

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A very small tiny cloud was badly blinded: It thought that it could sneak across the valley without being noticed. Normally it would wait untill darkness, but it wanted so much to go to town, that it simply couldn't wait. It had been some time, and the tiny cloud loved that particular village more than anything else. So it dared, impatiently, to start its returning just about a half hour too soon... And the settling sun, otherwise ready to a peaceful nights rest, saw the little sneaking cloud; caught it in the act. And then turned on the headlight. With a horrible result for the cloud: Totally blind and somewhat burned it tumbled across the sky, just trying to stay above the horizon. The suns exploding outburst was just an instant reaction, and not because the sun really wanted to hurt any cloud. Especially not such a tiny one. That only wanted to return to its beloved village. So, all in all, it was an unhappy accident, more than anything else. Things like that happens. Sadly. And not only for clouds and the sun. It's a risky life! #castelodevide #sunset #justanothersunset #cloud #oneofthosedays #lifehappens #goingtotown #onecloud #blinded #settlingsun #accident #shithappens #beautifulcollisionisthewayiwoulddescribethislittlepieceofdramafromnatureseverydaylife (Usual one-off hashtag...) #laurieandthestoryof (As always: Is somehow connected) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (Yes; he's in this too...) (her: Castelo de Vide)

It's a lie. That all your life flashes by. In your last minutes or seconds. You're just a bit surprised, and quite empty-headed. You actually have time to speculate. What should your last thoughts be about? You're almost paralyzed; your body rapidly shutting down. With some effort you spend your last few moves to get a picture of the sun. Beautifully letting rays through the treetops. Your last action is to post the picture on Instagram. Pressing the buttons drains your body, so now you only have your thoughts. And that beautiful image of the sun a late aftersoon. With or without your eyes closed. It's a nice view. And a nice place to die. You're quite satisfied with your luck. But what to think about... Ofcourse some family, friends, and partners through life. Then what? You don't know if you're surprised, or expected it. But what follows you and kinda keeps lingering, is those fictive figures. The ones you have played with the better part of your life. At this stage, they're more real than anything from your real life. It's no surprise, that what fills your fading brain, becomes pure fiction. Your last goodbyes goes to 'I', 'him', 'Laurie', 'Senhor Passo', and all the more or less important other figurines through the story. In the end, they're more alive than ever. And I can stop thinking; they don't really need my brain. That's a relief. And I smile towards the sun. Or they do. I shake hands and leave the party. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #fiction #prose #dying #reality #famouslastwords #sun #thatoneoffhashtagialwaysuseisinthiscaselefttomyfictivepersons (The usual one-off hashtag... But not from me) #andthendarkness #happy #smile (her: somewhere nice)

SO many wise words! Even the very strong lion, together with the maybe most famous national fairytale teller, has to give up. TOO many wise words! With sadness and regret, the indeed muscular lion and the also indeed very famous fairytale teller, just has to let go. MOST of the again indeed wise words are spilled all over the furniture and floor. Very few of the very wise words reaches the ears of the (again) indeed eagerly listening and mostly wise listeners. WHAT a pity! What a pool of wasted indeed wise words... It COULD be mistanken for wasted tears. Meanwhile, the indeed not so wise and not so listening scavengers, discreetly suck up the now indeed fluid wise words. Creeps out of the lion-and-fairytale-teller-room. Runs across the street, and sells the precious wise words in the indeed second-hand wise words-shop. One day a fairytale teller will collect some of the second-hand but still indeed wise words. Take them back across the street. For the indeed eagerly and wise listeners. And so, history and fairytale repeats itself. Wise words are again spilled into a pool, indeed looking like tears... That's recycling! VERY wise! #løves #åbenscene #løvesbogogvincafe #poetklubaarhus #fairytale #recycling #words #secondhand #wisewords #poetry #prose #whatever #repeating #aarhus #aplaceguardedbybothalionandthefamousfairytaletellertotryoutyourfirstwordsortrynewwordsorwaysbeforeanaudience (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter (Indeed!) #mantelmomento (her: Løves Bog og Vincafe)

The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of the world but those who fight and win battles that others do not know anything about.

Jonathan Harnisch (via purplebuddhaquotes)

Fighting all the time...

It's almost painful. He just can't help himself. Something about sunsets, clouds, and the sky. He has already posted way too many photos more or less like this. And he keeps doing it. It must be some kind of serious brain disorder. Because, in reality, he's not into "beautiful" pictures like these. Actually, he despises that kind of "Oh how nice!". He's far more gloomy, depressed, darkminded, always expecting the worst, never looking forward to tomorrow, having nightmares about the future, all in all just a totally pessimistic guy... So why the F*CK does he keeps posting crap like this... He hates himself for doing it!!! #gellerup #justanothersunset #atlasoveraarhus #dinbyminby #justsomeclouds #whatever #justsomething #boredom #ohsobeautiful #justanotherday #notmuch #asificare #stupidshit #laurieandthestoryof (...Will somehow someday connect to...) #dosomethingelsethantakingalmostthesamepictureeverysunsetandthencertainlydonotpostthemforgodssakeandforminenotatleast (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)

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

So many of us...

“You discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable. First, restlessness. The second symptom, absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an illness - monotony, boredom, and death. Millions live like this, or die like this, without knowing.”

— Anaia Nin

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