NO! No-no-no! That Is NOT Right! It's The Other Way Around: Tarmac Does Not Burst Up In Grass! It Is
NO! No-no-no! That is NOT right! It's the other way around: Tarmac does not burst up in grass! It is grass that slowly but forceful cracks up through tarmac. This… Thing, is against the natural order of… Things. It's not normal! And disturbs not only the eyes, but the perception of reality. Tarmac breaking up grass; it must be nothing but an illusion! And certainly not a nice sight or thought. Do something! NOW! My brain got kickstarted, literally, bounced around my skull, tried to come up with a solution. Somehow I was responsible, though I didn't quite know why. Or how. And what to do… It didn't take long, though. To find a possible way through this mess. Quite simple, actually. If it wasn't 'natural', well, then I just had to change what's natural and not. A question of perception. A slight discrete change of reality, or view of. Putting minds at ease by introducing a grain of fiction. Only small alterations; keeping reality real… In their minds. Not making people feel as part of an imagination. My imagination. Inserting a few tiny changes without being invasive. They wouldn't feel a thing… And last of all being manipulated. No; when messing around with reality, and especially others, you have to be careful not being caught in the act. It was almost too easy. A few thoughts or rather ways of thinking, smoothly laid out as a filter on that tarmac/grass-incident. The relief in their eyes! The many faces changing from deep concern and disbelief to "ahh! -just that", and small recognizing smiles. Yes of course, the usual thing. When tarmac grows up through grass. It happens. It's the way of a natural world. Some slight nodding, and the high-pitched worried voices moved on. It's almost too easy… With just a little bit of fiction. I wondered if I should follow their new reality. Sooner or later they would see grass breaking through tarmac. Then what? And would it be my problem again? Guess so. When reality can't cope… #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/asfaltgraes/ (Long version in danish…) #tarmac #grass #reality #fiction #whatever #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso
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EvigForårsGlad. Helt ud af det blå, kommer vores lille heltinde. (M//k selvfølgelig! Politisk Korrekset! Men hunkøn er hun altså, og glad for det.) Evigglad!
This is an eye. As you can see. Unless you're blind. Blindness has often nothing to do with the eye. But with the way it's used. Or misused. Anyway, you see the world around you, and call it reality. Rather realities, according to the many different persons. Perception of reality… So far so good. Or not, depending on the eye that see. But we agree, most of us, that looking in a mirror, you see yourself. Eye to eye, so to see. But modern science rips that illusion apart. Any object reacts to being watched. That's a fact. So the eye you see in the mirror are cheating you. Actually, you can't be sure it's you looking at you. It might be another you. Or another eye. Watching you. When you walk away from the mirror, you don't know. If there's an eye staring out. You will never know. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/vaagn-op/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #eye #whatyousee #mirror #youwillneverknow #uneasy #realitycheck #laurieandthestoryof (Somehow...) #iamsofuckingtiredofpeoplejudgingeachotherbystupidsuperficialstuffandnotaspersonswhichhasnothingtodowiththisbutwtf (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Mirror Reveal)
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.
William Styron (via kristensnotebook)
It sure will. That's a promise.
Søvnens Velsignelse. DETTE ER LIGE SÅ LIGEGYLDIGT SOM DE ORD DER PRØVER AT BESKRIVE EN TILSTAND DER ER SÅ LIGEGYLDIG, AT DET ER LIGE TIL AT FALDE I SØVN OVER...
Funny thing is, that the 'cans' newer run empty.
And new 'flowers' breaks through anything. Anywhere, anytime...
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via help-n-quotes)
...And the saddest is being the one watching that someone falling...
I think we've been here before… Sun breaking through some clouds, sharp rays of light, the usual stuff. Yes. Nothing new here. But wait! A picture tells more than a thousand words. Especially when amplified with loudspeakers mounted on high poles. Let's listen… Hey, you light, could you please tell your sun, that you're making an awful lot of noise! It IS quite nice to look at, agreed, but do you know how it sounds? Anyway, you could turn down the volume a bit; I think everybody's got the message. As usual. Now someone might actually be speaking, like with words, but they're blown away by you, and makes no sense. PLEASE turn down a notch or two; what comes out of those loudspeakers could be interesting for you too! Right now it just sounds like… What? Are you doing this? Have you really hired special effects? But yes! There's no real words. It's only dummies! Not a single understandable word, just poles for the contrast. How clever! Fitted with those loudspeakers, just to make that association: "That a picture…" Yes, we've certainly been here before: You're turning this into a competition. Pretending to use words! Only for a stronger image. Cheating! Overkill! Who in this world will ever believe in the sun anymore? Or that words are anything but a silent plugin to pictures? You've blown it out of reality and straight into fiction. Fool! #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (Yes, also her, somewhere) #primeiroproximopasso (Always... Hiding outside the frame) #specialeffects #unreal #overkill #loudspeakers #sun #notforreal #cheating #fiction #reality #whenthesunmakestoomuchoutofasimplesunriseandturnsitintofiction (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Not existing)
Red just seems natural in autumn. But this red was alive. And not a very friendly creature. It peeled itself of and started attacking. With the very effective active red crane in overdrive. Swinging wildly as a fast forward movie. Motions and movements as fast as a Raptor with rabies. The little gathered group of humans was swallowed in one big sweep. In the fragment of a second. And then they were all red. Melting, literally, into that autumns somewhat rare more-red-than-ever months. Instantly becoming part of the natural decomposition. Rapidly decaying. And for the helpful worms to get into action, the frantic cranes threw around dirt and soil. So the bodies soon was unmarked graves. Some so taken by surprise, not expecting the process being in almost ridiculous at least grotesque uptempo speed. And ever accelerating. Beyond what is possible. Those few people turning up in lalaland to watch the red in action, was a buried bag of bones with no bag before their skulls could say "why red?" Indeed a good question. The answer was just a silent but frightening collective growl from all the spreading red. And cranes roaring up through the sky, leaving open wounds pouring out, of course, massive vomit of red. Red was soon the colour of the first flakes of snow; and even the wind was howling in red. A few months later the universe was monochrome. And had never been anything but red. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #red #autumn #scarytimes #imagination #cranes #gellerup #helhedsplan #howaninnocentpicturecanturnveryevilandstarttotakeovertheworld (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Mudderbad Helhedsplan Gellerup / Toveshøj)
Mental Styrke.
Prolog:
Slapsindet sygelig selvbevidst. Skam og fortrydelse grovædes af de store sorte fugle der lurer i de alt for mange cirklers brudstykker, der til forveksling ligner styrtdykkende datidssjæle, sorte også flokke, ikke til at skille fra de store sorte fugles knivskarpe mønstre.
Svigefulde syge silhuetter.
Mening.
Beslutsom og viljefast. Hov nej, kuling med vindrester af storhed. Småfugle…
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