At long last, here is the pictures from my trip to the darkest corner of Sweden:


Ruins. What is it that is so intrigue-inspiring with ruins?
I followed my line of thought back to post-apocalyptic, fictive futuresets. It has allways made me feel free in a way this so called ordered society never could. Never mind the hardships of these scenarios: Radiation, scarce of food etc. just mind the ruins. A failing society finally put out of our misery.

So, I found this nice, abandoned facility. The abandoness of the place triggered my imagination. The eeire emptyness made my fantasy run rampant.

Now then, what to do with this place?? What did I carry with me from it? What kind of fantstic parasite infested my imagination that day?