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Gennem efterhånden mange år, har det enkelte år mindre og mindre at sige. Vi, nogle af os, klamrer os til hver eneste dag. Vi vil så gerne nå igennem til natten og nok en dag, det er i sig selv et mål. Engang måtte der også gerne være noget i de dage. Bare ét eller andet. Og en del længere tilbage var nætterne også med et indhold, udover søvn. Eller søvnløshed. Der er en slags søvn, en drøm, et…

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I need protection badly then.

“We all create stories to protect ourselves.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

It was a perfect sunset. Clear blue sky, very slowly turning darker; just the way we prefer our summer evenings. Light so slowly fading, that it could be mistaken for stubborn wanting to stay. Or it's simply a bit too happy to see itself. Maybe it's human, at least in behavior. Maybe it has noticed how many pictures are taken during its settling. Maybe it looks in a mirror, and admires what it sees. As everybody, or some, or a few, knows and understands, are mirrors reflecting exactly what we want to see. That's the purpose of mirrors in this world. Anyway, while dragging its disappearing behind the horizon a few minutes extra, maybe the horizon being paid to lower itself, some badass misfits of clouds got tired of the going on for hours settling of the sun: So these few clouds gathered in a corner and came up with a plan. Not really for any reason. Just bored with that prolonged perfect summer evening. Without just a hint of a cloud to disturb the picture. But those few rebelclouds decided to *BANG!* show up with as much power and lightdisturbance as possible. They knew they were too few to totally block the sky, (what a wonderful dream!), so they found a spot where they almost could beat the sunset; with concentrated power look like a small explosion. And so they did. Enjoyed the moment of messing up that oh so perfect summer evening. It was fun! Pure joy! If a bit destructive, so be it! So much bigger was their disappointment. And disbelief: When most people looked up; "Ah, look how the sun reflects in those cute clouds, isn't it wonderful?" The clouds got so frustrated and angry. To hell with people and beautiful evenings! Those clouds are on constant alert: One fine day they'll get their revenge! And it won't be nice… For neither people nor sky. Just wait and see! Except it will be too dark to see anything. You just wait… #revenge #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (yes, she's in it too...) #primeiroproximopasso (also him) #angryclouds #summerevening #likeapicture #toomuch #waitingforsomethingtohappen #soboringwiththosehourlongtoendurebeatifulsunsetsthatyouwelcomesomecloudsmakingtheirownsmallrevolution (Usual one-off hashtag)

#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))

I am thankful for the difficult people in my life. They have shown me exactly who I don’t want to be.

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

Still sorting through people...

😂... Too good not to repeat! 👍

If you throw away a trash can into another, you’ve committed trashcannibalism.

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)

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For en hel del år siden, nok endda helt tilbage til fra før vi begyndte på det med at blive ældre… -Gik vi en tur. Gennem rigtig ukontrolleret skov, den vilde slags; den smule der var lidt mere af dengang. Med tæt krat at udforske, og en underskov der næsten var symbolsk. Eller ihvertfald vil blive det. Dette var dengang der stadig var…

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Actually / Originally:. https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/01/den-sidste-foer-den-foerste/ (In danish, sorry) ALTERNATIVE VERSION: "Rules of Engagement": In any sport, game, combat or war there's rules. Which, more or less, nobody cares about. More specific; as on this picture, the national favorite in many countries, and with big-time profit-making outsourced variants as reality-shows and e-sport. It's a combination of soccer without ball and Custer's Last man standing-VR-game, in this case between Team Partizan Fiction and Team Torpedo For Fucking Real Not Just A Name, with the following result: 758-2. Officially authorized by some whistleblower, then quickly removed to Guantanamo by a cartoon-platoon of US Navy chopper-born SEAL's. Exchanging some weapons and tons of drugs, why missing any opportunity? It's all part of the game. But Team Fiction, represented by me as their illusive captain, has given in a protest to the asian syndicate that runs these kinds of tournaments, and also feeds people and money into any conflict. With tweets from Trump as decisive, in case of democracy. That's always a good laugh. Comradely backslapping and -stabbing, arm-punching and -twisting, all in a jolly good aftermatch-mood, filling the locked changing cages with roaring like-laughter revenge-attacks and floating bodies under the showers, that just for fun are built as replicas of complete waterboarding-setups, even with the disguising hoods and groin-gnawing unleashed dogs. The protest, concerning a so-called goal among the genuine goals for Torpedo Reality; more exactly their number 357 and 359, was given to a random picked citizen in a random country in a random world: That shows the fairness of this sport. Suicide-bombers are welcomed players, as any mercenary or just killers for a cause. We, Team Fiction, are still waiting for the random outcome of our protest: There's a lot of honor in the difference between losing 758-2 or 757-2! Really! Oh my, I do say, old chap! THAT is sportsmanship! Honor for Fiction! #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #primeiroproximopasso #laurieandthestoryof (her: Aarhus, Denmark)

Tomas og Daniel er langt ude og kan ikke finde hjem… "Avantgardenparty" idag fredag d.4 kl 19-25+ Tomas Dalgaard og Daniel Mantel blæser ord op kl 21! Men dén færge ER sejlet...