Every once in a while I get assignments at my work to travel to nowhere places and inform the non existant population. In this case it was the small society of Stenstorp in the south central part of Sweden. Here the trains mostly just passed by with their good without making a notice of the train station and the people where nowhere to be seen. This gave me the joy of walking around, having coffe, eating croissants and reading books in this feeling of a post-apocalypse.
The empty streets.
The water tower.
Looking for wild strawberries.
Where are we?
The great beyond.
Livsmedel, groceries in swedish.
Roadtripping to the castle of Skokloster.
The road we walked so many times towards the island.
We went to a nearby flea market. The sign says möbler, furniture in swedish.
Where I lived the past week.
Kungsör in black and white.