En Rottes Rette Plads I Historien.

#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))

"CONNECTING DOTS" They say that you can get a bigger picture. They say that 'the bigger picture' is useful. For understanding stuff, like life. Just by connecting dots?!? Sounds too good to be true… But let's give it a try. Life'n stuff certainly could use a bigger picture; might make more sense then. If that's the idea. Making sense. But then those dots starts acting up. As if they were something more than parts of a bigger picture. Or messing with, quite out of order, the idea itself. Green dots moving around, pulling themselves together, then exploding and spreading all over. It looks random. If there was a bigger picture, it would show those dots as what they really are: Big pictures. Each and every one. Alive and enjoying life. But we demand the impossible. The portrait of our complete life. By dots. It's not only impossible. It's just one single dot. Or the one beside the other. They couldn't care less. Why should they? Why should you? Be a dot. Then maybe… Or not. Life'n stuff. Moving, always, blurs any picture. If there ever was… Stuff like life. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (Some way off, but still...) #dots #thebiggerpicture #life #stuff #greendots #movingpictures #connectingthedots #interpretation #lifeandstuff #thisusefulbiggerpictureisofcoursealiebutquitespreadaroundinmanymindsincludingsometimesminebutjustforawhileluckily (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Daily Dots)

3 MULIGHEDER / VARIATIONER PÅ EN BAGGRUND.

3 MULIGHEDER / VARIATIONER PÅ EN BAGGRUND.

MULIGHED 1.: 

Fuglen, mågen, silhuetten, er altid på vej væk. Eller har for længst forladt billedet. Også altid. Den eller det, formen, fastholdes kun som indre syn, ligesom solen bliver ved med at gå ned. Uden at komme en millimeter nærmere den nederste kant. Forsvinden, stirret fast med lukkede øjne. Er en konstant; det passer på en eller anden måde ind i mønstret. Så. Sådan er det. Så.…

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And not even close...

“Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.”

— Leila Sales

SOLHUL.

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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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https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fejlbestilt-start/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fejlbestilt-start/ Danish prose... Sorry for everyone except the few millions reading that little language... #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (VERY much the first lines of...) #primeiroproximopasso (AS WELL for Senhor Passo too!) #fiction #prose #mystory #novel #workinprogress #insideout #momentofzen #cafe #sosimple #start #momentofreflection #udenfilter #future #theveryfirstlinesincomingnovelinprogressandwillbefinishedevenifittakesfiveyearsorwhatever (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Deep Inside)

And that IS all of us! 👍

Shoutout to the bookish people who;

Can’t afford special editions.

Don’t have fancy bookshelves with Christmas lights around them.

Are male, older, or poc.

Can’t afford a monthly box, like YA or Owlcrate.

Don’t even have a room full of books, or shelves worth, maybe you just have a handful stacked somewhere.

Prefer eReaders.

Might only have worn down, or mass market paperbacks, because they’re cheapest. 

Because regardless, we all love the same thing. We’re all here for the same thing. Stories. 

Yup...

dissociation sucks

THOSE INSISTING STORIES. And so the stories forced their way back. Not readable, not even as individual or separated tales. Not narratives. Yet. For very good reasons: I've tried to keep them out of my head. Reality had pushed aside fiction. I had told myself, trying to be serious. Yeah right. As if… Only fooling myself. This gave me a new insight. Don't know if I dream in colours. But my stories start out in all of the rainbows. Plus some. Fills my head, not even really born, but in random patterns. That of course aren't random at all. Changing for every time they block my view to reality. Thus making me doubt what's real and what's fiction, but then I just shrug: Back to the usual mindset. The stories are as real as any kind of reality. Now I know how they appear before they are conscious. Before they know themselves. Guess I better help them. Guess that's my purpose. Being the midwife of my own imagination. Forming my fiction. #mantelmoment #mantelmomento #danielmantel #danielversionII #fiction #stories #backoninstagram #toomuchreality #brainwork #pattern #colours #fictionoverreality #isthisme #question #answer #meandmymind #icanlivewiththat #afteralotofoftoomuchrealityitsactuallyarelieftoseethestoriesbeginningtoforminsidemybrain (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Fix My Brain) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpB5g3DHgRn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14gmgtp1zb9hm

100% JULEVRØVL & ÆVL & EVENTYRLØST! Men fuldt digitaliseret… Der var engang… Og denne gang er det lige ved at være for sent! Vi skynder os, til bjældeklang og salmesang, fra var til nu og frem.