And Keep In Your Mind, All The Way: YOU Are The One That Needs To Be Satisfied... Do NOT Care What Others

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)

Yup...

dissociation sucks

Status, igen, komprimeret.

Affaldsfuglene kradser stadig mønstre i det hårde lag luft lige over jorden. Det både ulæselige og ubehageligt genkendelige krimskrams må stadig være en besked, men stadig uden en modtager. Stadig ikke til at tyde, men stadig og mere nærgående vedkommende. Der er stadig lige langt til de tågede trætoppe, der stadig er eneste lille klemte horisont, og de forsvinder igen når de føler sig iagttaget.…

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https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/04/21/scanneren-i-kaelderen-paa-auh/ (In danish, sorry...) #auh #scanner #mind #fiction #nonsense #shortstory #sanity #health #meandmystory #meandmybrain #skeleton #breaking #laurieandthestoryof (... Will some day emerge out of all this...) #treated (Very much...) #treatedmyself In the story... And? Or? #whatever #mantelmomento (THAT it is...!!!) #quitealongstoryforashortstoryandatthesametimeactuallyatopicopenfordiscussingwhatthelimitofpurenonsenseisinwritingsopleasecommentthankyou (Usual one-off hashtag... This time hopefully getting response!) (her: AUH)

There once was a somewhat confused animal. It couldn't quite figure out where it belonged and, more important, what it was. Though it tried hard. It was aware that instead of limbs, it just had some tiny fins and a slightly bigger tail. Only suitable for moving around in shallow water. But it just wasn't enough. For that animal. "Am I really a fish?". The maybe-not fish concluded, that it needed to try something else. Anything! It found one of those mystical almost mythical things, that so many had hung itself on. And in seconds, almost like magic, had disappeared to somewhere else. To what kind of world? There where whispers of danger, stories of horror, but this not very fishy fish took the chance: ANY world other than this was worth trying! It pretended to swallow the bait. And soon felt the rush up towards the surface. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #animal #fiction #worlds #thegrassisalwaysgreener #filter (in many ways) #searching #fishinwater #caught #notright #farfromhome #whateverindicatesbeingoutofplaceandnotfeelingthisworldbeingtherightone (Usual one-off hashtag...) FROM NOW ONLY #laurieandthestoryof... (her: Somewhere Very Far) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bl477MrgmA_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fmyj2lhj4zt0

Lænestolen.

Gud har brug for sin sky. Der er en Algade i hver en by. Selv regn søger ly. Vinduesviskere med monterede vinduesviskere med monterede vinduesviskere med… fortsæt selv, helt tilbage til lænestolen på skyen. Min lænestol!!! (Nuppede den mens Gud og Algade gik en tur på stranden. Ha!) Hver en tråd i denne kender mig; giver mig tanker til tale. Hvis det ikke var for stolens vævede mønster, ville…

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We need new wounds!

“We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

Et utaknemmeligt træ.

Det er ikke det mindste trist. Det amputerede træ har det fint. Det garanterer motorsavene, og de kan ikke tage fejl. Træet selv er måske lidt i tvivl. Men det husker ikke så godt, lidt pludseligt, det er kun de inderste og ældste år der er tilbage. Den nyere hukommelse, den med grene og blade, ligger i en filtret bunke. Og det er ikke spild. Det kan bruges som brænde. Træet er lidt forvirret…

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Løves 9.aug.; omskrevet til prosa.

Løves 9.aug.; omskrevet til prosa.

DET VAR EN VÆLDIG FIN AFTEN PÅ LØVES; MASSER AF GOD POESI; OG (ALDELES EGOISTISK), DEN ENDELIGE BEKRÆFTELSE PÅ AT PROSA ER ‘MIN’ FORM. (Og ikke ‘blot’ kortprosa…) HER DE 3 TEKSTER, FORSØGT OPLÆST SOM LYRIK (+ 1 der blev droppet)… MEN I PROSA-FORM.. MIN TUR!

Jeg prøvede at gå min egen tur. Men det blev vandren i andres fodspor. Det var ikke det jeg ville. Jeg ville gå min EGEN tur! Jeg prøvede…

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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.