Light Dread

The world of Simon Stålenhag has an ominous quality to it. The deep thrum of the unknown, the ooze of mild dread, and the existential gravitas of it’s objects — its culmination is not only an art project. It is also a place where I go to. When the terror of a blank future fills my neighbourhood like a smog, when crippling loneliness spreads it’s roots throbbing under the ground, when it’s all dark and  foreboding, I sit at the edge of the Loop and listen to the machines.