1 okt. 2014

10 year Savanna R.I.P. / Steppe aside anniversary



The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. 
   The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

/ H P Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu


A decade has passed, since Savanna Side went into the past. A decade of decadence and fragmentation, in urethanic Malmö and in our world at large.


The usual harvest of toxic black worms and white maggots of rotting flesh, coming forth from a regular beating of the piñata head of skateboarding, is nothing next to the stench of human excrement that render Step-it-up-side (Serengeti) unskateable since this summer, with a neighboring skid row tent/caravan city filtering the sewers of society through the thick rugged weeds of the Steppen lot. It is crowded on the bottom floor of this flooded pyramid of power.