Desolation X = Rånäs, nytt

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Jag sitter och surfar efter kontorsartiklar och nu är klockan ca 14:35 och jag började omkring kl 10:00-tiden i förmiddags; d.v.s. att jag suttit här och glott på pennor i fyra timmar! På nåt så hopplöst roligt som kontorsmaterial, bara för att jämföra och kolla och så vidare men det ena leder till det andra. Så mot slutet satt jag och jämförde olika snussorter


Från psyket till Rånäs…

Ja, då var man hemkommen till det underbara vädret här, 60 mil norr om den sketna peehålan Varberg då. Inte för att här ligger en meter snö men naturen är åtminstone snötäckt och vägarna är packade och rimfrosten bränner sig fast på vegetationen överallt här omkring och det liksom frodas inom mig på något sätt. Jag mår så förbannat bra av vinter när det får vara vinter, så att säga. Det finns ingen mer styrkande utomhusmiljö än vinterns karga landskap; kanske för att man jämför den mycket med den gamla själen man går omkring och släpar på så motvilligt.


Återuppstoden Från Bortom Skuggorna…

(Non-Swedish speaking visitors – use Google Translate – No shit?! I mean it! *_* )

JAG HAR VÄCKT BLOGGAREN I MIG ÅTERIGEN och förhoppningsvis kommer han vara mer konsekvent med skrivandet den här perioden. Man kan ju alltid önska det i alla fall även om det är mest troligt att idioten upprepar sig. Men ärligt, jag skall bättra mig OM NI LÄSER skiten jag skriver så blir det roligare att skriva också. Fast enligt statistiken är det bra fart här ändå men det kunde ju bli mer aktivitet typ med kommentarer o.d. 

Okej, nog om den dyngan nu…


New baby added to the family

SO, IT HAS BEEN A LONG WHILE SINCE I WROTE HERE NOW and this isn’t exactly any breaking news either. I was just going to post a photo of my new TB-303 clone. I used to have the TB-3 from Roland but I sold that one and now I have a so called x0xb0x. Yes, it is spelled with zero’s because of historic reasons. The TB-303 was just one piece of machine in a series that included the SH-101, MC-202, TB-303, TR-505, TR-606, TR-707, TR-808 and TR-909 and to make it easy to refer to the series it has been called the x0x series where x= the numbers of the machiners depending on which one you refer to, but when you speak of the entire series you called it x0x-series. My new toy (Mabye now you understand the name better) is named TB-x0x and is called a x0x box, really, thus its name x0xb0x.


Desolation X

IT’S BEEN QUITE A WHILE SINCE I LAST WROTE here but I am going to change that soon and start being more frequent here again so I am not gone for good. In the meantime I wanted to shoe some images of a place me an my brother found when we were out driving saturday morning the weekend we were at Gefle Metal Festival and we had nothing to do but to take a look at the surrounding nature. When I saw this desolated house where no one lives in and where the grass stans high all over I immidiately thought of my Desolation X project; it’s perfect for this.

Not much to say really. I don’t even remember what that little hole we lived in was called but obviously near outside Gävle. So go ahead and enjoy these photos. They are run through heavy filtering using Snapseed as you all probably can see.

 

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See ya’ll soon. Enjoy the sombre colors of the beautiful autumn that lays upon us now. Sweden is a wondrous place this time of year I think.


Killing my baby-mate…

Today I will go to the vet with my little companion. She is 17 years and 3 months old and she has cancer. During the past few months, she has lost both hearing and sight. Her sight was almost lost over night! But she has been strong and fought her battle against death and seemed pretty alert, walking around the apartment trying to find her way to whatever place she was looking for, but the last two nights she has hidden herself under my couch, and she doesn’t come out for food or water – she has always been a big drinker that could drink enormous amounts of cold water.


This dying world… is my home by force (A word on isolation)

NEVER IN MY LIFETIME WILL THERE BE any other place to go. This world is supposed to be a place where there is room for all of us but sometimes I feel as if there is not enough room for me alone. The mind during these periods is darkened by shadowed thoughts. Single words may then linger in my consciousness and repeat itself until I normally would be on the verge of insanity but I have been there so many times that I honestly miss that state of mind when I am not in it anymore.  How can that be so? Because once in there I feel undoubtedly secure and very isolated from the other souls around me. I do not see them. I do not feel their presence if they are around me.


Desolation X [Vistor Marie]

Hello. Long time, no see. Will get to the post writing once I have posted theses photos of desolation from Marie Zackariasson again :)

This time I give you a pair of photos. She describes them as follows:


Desolation X [Visitor Marie’s contribution]

I got another photo from Marie Zackariasson which had a really nice touch to it. She says it was shot during a walk on a path called Roslagsleden, Täby (Northern Stockholm) in 2015 and it depicts an old military bunker, and it made her think of all wars that were fought in the past and the fact that it is still going on today in our modern world and has simply never really stopped since way back in time.


Draconian Winter Mysticism

A Winter Night…

IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I POSTED here. More than 10 days, I believe. Although I have posted some of my own, and a bunch of Visitors’, Desolation X-photos, I haven’t written a real post for some time. But what to write, what to write? I will write about some real personal stuff today. I will share an experience with you guys from a special winter midnight and what you believe are your thoughts and what I believe is mine but to be honest – I have no clue whatsoever of what this was about or what really happened even though I do understand what was being done that winter night. Please, lay your opinions aside and try not to be clouded by prejudice, I beg you – for your own experience’ sake.