Sunday. Leaving of the son is at right now in life is the kingdom of heaven for him and his friends: a large stone building on the outskirts of an industrial park, full of trampolines, the trampolines and the foam. I am thinking during the two hours that they jump around in it, can pass the time with to go to Ikea. Without really having something.
Run the check against the furniture giant a few kilometers away. As I approach the logs out of the way of the cars towards the same goal – the trading venue. Built on the ground where ancient remains testify to the life here during the roman iron age.
the settlements and burial grounds has been made in the area. Ceramics. The grounds to the buildings with the name sounds of the archaeological poetry: grophus and treskeppiga stolphus. The amulets. Ben. Residues from plantations. Iron.
Then we had begun to be able to concentrate substances, extract them. Collect and melt together.
Think if they had known, they knatade around here for two thousand years ago, that it would culminate in these caravans of vehicles filled with people who poured into the hangar-like blocks of the chains that sell pryttlar – purchased by such as I, without the need more than to pass the time.
the phenomenon is outside of all Swedish cities. And zooming out – in thousands of cities throughout the western world. Panics of the view in my head. From space. How we with frenzy parasiterar apart the only home we have. It is where the collecting and ihopsmältandet went bananas.
Wish it was the adherence to stolphus here now. It sounds cosy.
Have stopped flying. Do not eat meat. Try. But not enough. And right here it feels as if there is no return. Add fyndkassen in the car and turn back towards my heir in the foam-heaven.
Lisa Röstlund, reporter at Today's News, which gets meta-anxiety that she and many with her – has klimatångest, without fundamentally changing their consumption. Also, read her chronicle to get a tiny life crisis every time one passes through the Centralgången.