PESSOA / FORTOLKET

In the evening, huge flocks of swallows are on hunt for their dinner... Any photographer knows how difficult it is to catch those very fast moving birds. So this is just a few of hundreds... Literally. Oh, and speaking of dinner... After a few Super Bock's (The name might not be... But it's very good, strong and, not at least, portuguese!), I myself will go finding a restaurant. Not that the good people of Café Central didn't offer me to join their own private dinner... Ofcourse! They are portuguese and they are friends... Amazing, compared to a certain other country where I reside when I can't avoid it, how easy you become friends here. Real friends. Ok, enough for now... WILL be continued! In proper writing. #castelodevide #cafecentral #finally #findingmyself #being #existing #ready #writingplace #startingtowrite #realthing #novel #laurieandthestoryof (Am getting closer, now present right here... Where else?!?!?) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Café Central - Castelo De Vide)

We had our first of many definite final meetings at Stonehenge version '18. The last updates before a battle. That was no battle. Only switching to pure fiction. End of reality. Maybe like the druids in the past. If they did meet. If not, the more appropriate: Also fiction. I was a bit emotional. So close to my dear and loyal friends. Also the ones the story hadn't created yet: Dear and loyal. Like the "I" that was more me than I. Like Laurie, Senhor Passo, the whole gang. And the extras waiting for their cue. If the story would give them a line. We all joined hands and jumped into my pool of imagination. Well, no. Not really. I made that bit up. That's what I do. Only this time I was a little anxious. A hidden agenda in my mind. Or in. Somewhat stupid. A hidden agenda, yeah right: Not at all! It was in my thoughts. As my figures and the story. So of course they knew. No thought can be hidden among thoughts. Still, I wasn't sure how they'd react. Our story had to be postponed about a month. But hey, they knew. And told me, or I told "I", or… You know! The story would unfold and be alive anyway. No matter what matter. I rediscovered: The story was actually and always ahead of me. We, in front of that Stonehenge version '18, allowed me a short detour: https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/ I promised, during my being absent-minded, that I'd finish my "Part 4" of 'Klynk & Ynk': That WILL be posted… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #afladninger #udenfilter #åbybibliotek #laurieandthestoryof + #primeiroproximopasso (Will return; actually not away, just deeper in fiction...) #aakb #volume2 #maxmadsen #stonehenge #thisisjustacirclebeingclosedcalledAfladningerstartedatDokk1throughKulturmødetMorstonowÅbylibraryasoneyearofAfladningeronAfladningerifthatmakessenseifnotthencomeandseeforyourself (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Stonehaven)

This photo is very simple. Anyone can just shrug shoulders, think 'ok, quite nice'. Or not: Too easy, too obvious. A sun. Some trees. The sky. A jet plane passing over. That's all. Not much, really. Nothing left for the imagination. No story. Right? Wrong! Very wrong! WHY would I post a good-for-nothing almost boring picture? There IS a reason! That blue dot! See? It's alarming! And very much so! THE BLUE DOT! Feared since the beginning of time… Insanity is certain! It can be the imploding of Facebook, creating a black hole, dragging us all into an unknown dimension. Back to a time before the stone age. Back to an analogue world! Or a sign from an advanced civilisation; revealing us as guinea pigs. Unsatisfied with our slow developing into full digital beings. Whatever: It's the end! Prepare yourself: Escape will only be a futile waste of your last minutes: THE BLUE DOT! Kneel and close your eyes… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #scared #threat #analogue #digitalalert #blue #insanity #theunknown #fear #fearoftheunknown #death #theend #doomsday #closingin #thatbluedotisacertainsignofdoomsdayclosinginlongbeforewearereadybutwewillneverbereadyanywaysowhattheheck

Bogreception https://www.facebook.com/events/2667583279922429/?ti=cl #lukins #olbiński #olbinski #arspicturae #arspoetica #danishenglishpolish #booklaunch #godsbanen #vogn1 https://www.facebook.com/events/2667583279922429/ (her: Godsbanen) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxKMN8DBnro/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11go93nik3a17

Prolog og Epilog.

  (Følgende prolog og epilog blev tilføjet uden at jeg var blot i nærheden af tastatur eller skærm. De var der bare en tilfældig gang jeg åbnede det oprindelige dokument. At jeg kender personerne i pro- & epilog, har nok en betydning. Det giver mig en lille fordel. Jeg kender dem. Eller netop ikke: De kan næppe vade ind i en hvilkensomhelst tekst og sætte deres aftryk; smide nogle linjer og…

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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)

I see myself from the back. From inside the restaurant. I'm alive and happy. That means I took the hard way in. Not the easy way out. For some time I wasn't sure. That time is now. Seeing a picture of myself in the near future, free and letting time be time, not allowing thoughts to interfere or take control, and giving my mind access to whatever words is worth writing, not by any assignment or deadline, and... There's really nothing else to say. I had a choice. The tempting easy way out; just caving in. Or the hard way in; a maze with almost impossible obstacles the way out. It's still ahead of me. But seeing myself from the back, tells me everything. No matter what I must do to be there. Again. Happy and free. Being me. Just me, only me. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (At least geographically...) #me #hardway #being #meandmystory #meandmymind #lisbon #wayin #portugal #home #aperiodintimewithsomeharddifficultiesofdifferentkindslowlyturningsotheeasywaybecomeslessattractiveandthewayinopensup (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Lisbon, Portugal)

And even if you don't eat your toast, don't drink your tea... The sun WILL come up.

“The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.”

— Rhian Ellis

Kattetur-retur. For en del år siden, måske helt tilbage til før vi blev ældre, gik vi en tur.

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Når verden bare bliver rystet, gerne helt vendt på hovedet, ja så daler ned små stykker plastik så yndigt. Smukkere end sne. Uden unødig hvirvlen tilfældigt omkring, den tyktflydende luft er for træg. Hver vind er nedlagt, fladtrykt, med sammenklappede lunger. Den svageste brise er komplet lammet fra top til tå. Selv en stolt god gammel vinterstorm viger for idyllen. For det er resultatet:…

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