There Once Was A Huge Empty Warehouse. It Was Bored. And Often Wondered Why It Wasn't Used. It Had Space
There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)
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In the 21st century, they began building pyramids again. It was a decision not really taken by any authority, but it was commonly very popular. It's hard to say if it was caused by lack of believable Gods; many had been worshipped with a huge amount of followers for hundreds if not thousands of years. So maybe it was a response, or rather result, of the increasing single high-rises. Usually placed where they would do most harm. In the sense of being extremely ugly, and at the same time standing so you couldn't get free of the sight. It was a new and very effective form of prisons. You had to either stay inside with curtains drawn, or simply walk around with your eyes closed very hard. To avoid being caught in that devastating ugliness. Maybe that was why. If there had to be those sky-scratching buildings, then why not give them a purpose? Put something inside. So it happened. New pyramids. Filled with whatever you wanted. Your dreams, your destiny, your future… Your freedom. At night they were lit with hope. From and for every single soul. Most about escaping the new high-rise prisons. To live with open eyes. It actually made sense… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (Always...) #primeiroproximopasso (Also...) #udenfilter #pyramids #modernage #belief #buildings #gellerup #highrise #hope #fiction #reality #prose #whythefuckmysmalltownisbeingdestroyedbycommercialhighrisebuildingsisimplycantunderstand (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Aarhus, Denmark)
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“I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.”
— Laini Taylor, Days of Blood & Starlight (via kazrietveld)
#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))
And that now is now! As it is every time...
POSSIBLE ENDINGS. Sorry, danish prose… https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/slutning-mulig/ Summary: The story is in place. The fiction can't be more fictive. Of Course there's still a lot of my figures adjusting details. Like if they deserve their own timeline; if they should be in 1.person and tell their story through their own eyes and mind or if they should be told… So on. As for myself, or "myself" or… -all the characters more or less with parts of me. Including past, present, even future, and lots of memories and memories of me through others thoughts, well… I'm most concerned about the ending. Of it all. Of the story; of "me" and me. I actually don't know. An ending. Yes. But which comes first? The ending of fiction? Or the ending of me? And what really matters? Most? #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/slutning-mulig/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter (Not true... But the words are!) #prose #meandmystory #ending #endings #danish #novel #writing #selfie #white #mood #justafittingpicturetothestorylinkedtootherwisenotwithanyrealconnection (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Central Denmark Region)
Just a few days ago, this was almost too hot. A very steep street, and the sun straight in my eyes. With even the coppled pavement reflecting and making me almost blind. Sweating like it was almost 40 degrees celsius in that late afternoon sun. Oh, it was hot, steep, and I couldn't even follow the lady a bit ahead. Only about 50 meters to my next waterhole, but I really cursed myself for not spending the few €'s on the tram. Yes, it was hot like fire. Even breathing was like swallowing fire... Now, really just a few days later, I LONG to be back at that tough part of that street... And being too hot for comfort, thinking bout not having spent those few €'s, and so on. Now and here everything is flat out. The pavement can't reflect anything. There's nothing to blind me. No hard breathing. Then WHY do I feel more blind. Unable to see. WHY do I feel like choking. When the air is plain normal. Why do I wish, deep inside like a scream being made and ready to burst out, that I again was climbing that coppled street, along the tracks of tram no 28... And not being here, where everything is straight forward... All the way to the flat horizon. Maybe it's no wonder why... At least not for me. #lisbon #ruadoquelhas #blinded #sun #reflections #uphill #pavement #heat #momenttoremember #wanting #tram28 #electrico28 #back #ifonly #neverforget #laurieandthestoryof (Yup, she might have walked exactly here...) #ijustwishiwasbackonthatsteephotstreetandnotinthisflatcountryandthatsthat (Usual one-off hashtag) #udenfilter (None whatsoever; black and white purely the sun and reflections...) #mantelmomento #danielmantel (Very much so!) #primeiroproximopasso (He fits in here as well...) (her: Lapa, Lisboa, Portugal)
Love the broken parts you carry.
because at the broken parts is where our strength resides // Hina Syeda @abillionlittlethoughts (via abillionlittlethoughts)
Especially those hidden inside.
I am lucky... Not that I'm that much into soccer, but... I was in Lisbon when Portugal became European Champions. THAT was a whole city going totally crazy! And today, again right in the spot, Benfica becomes national champions. Again, the city is going happy. (Except for those very quiet Sporting-fans...) In every public place, in most normal café's, in every parque or jardim... People are gathered to celebrate. And the whole experience is so different from Denmark. Here it's happy partying. And only that. Not frustrations and aggressive behaviour. So: More respect for a people that uses every opportunity to be happy. No matter what the "official" ranking of 'happy' countries say... (Which is a as misleading as possible...) No! I'm not that big a soccer fan. But I'm fan of a country that uses any excuse to be... Happy! #benfica #champions #lisbon #happiness #portuguese #happycountries #partytime #winners #nothingtodowithwriting #anightout #writingbreak #people #statistics #lies #campeones #celebrating #notmuch #notwriting #laurieandthestoryof (Is somehow related to this...) #howthiscountryanditspeoplemakesmewritealmostallthetimeevenwhenimjustwatchingsocceroutsideinaparcfillefwithpartyingcelebratingbenficafans (Usual one-off hashtag... VERY one-off!) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Lisbon, Portugal)
