I Hate How Our Generation Has Turned Feelings Into A Weakness. How We Tend To Shut Feelings Out Of Our

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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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“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

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)

Løves 9.aug.; omskrevet til prosa.

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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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#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))

Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.

Søren Kierkegaard (via philosophybits)

As said by a fellow dane, so very true.

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-Uh! Her har intet været siden… Engang! Det MÅ nås inden næste år! Men… Det er ikke til at se en hånd for sig! Der er ingen horisont, altså kan næste år allerede været kravlet op og over og være meget tættere på end rart er. Der er kun kanten af… En sø! Det kunne være et uendeligt og farligt ocean med vilde vover og enmandssejlads tv-transmitteret, men det er dog blot en sø. Det er viden der gør…

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Silence and lack of words turned into a interactive object-oriented installation... Based on all those words left behind in ear-roaring silence; words stuck in past tense... https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/?ti=cl

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