You are a 64 year old man that has grown up in Göteborg.You have seen the world through a postwar tinted lens.
Your youth may have been salted with the ideas that you have to save all and never waist anything.Your life has been focused on the real and relevant, as opposed to the abstract and obscure
On you way home, wearing your typical kit; Dark brown leather Bomber, knitted sweater, mom jeans and docksiders made by Sebago.
You stop to buy cigarettes and as you take the short cut behind the industrial buildings that you watched being built in the late 60′s…You see these weirdos lurking around with 3.5% beers and digital cameras. What the hell are they doing?! Are they documenting the shit that they have written on the walls, are they going to do some silly shit like take pictures of them selves doing headstands on cars that will possibly get them hurt?
Are they (soon to drop out), students that are bored and unimaginative, with no responsibilities in life, sucking the pride and money out of the country? Or are they maybe just a band of randos that come together for the love of skateboarding/ beer/ coffee/ a massive amount of shit talk and creative flimflam?!
Yea, your right on all counts. We are all of those things, we are XXIV…