Sprites of Svenshögen
~ a residency zine ~

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"He thinks, as he often does, of the concrete dome over reactor four at Chernobyl, the place that exploded just as he was born. He thinks of the cavern beneath that sarcophagus, unearthly lit. He thinks about how much writing he’d get done in there, supercharged and disembodied."
 

A brief and beautiful sojourn through a Swedish village in the company of fae creatures made of leaves, rubble, and bottle tops.
 

A semi-fictional account of a creative residency in an old train station, nestled in the edgelands, by a lake, a forest, and a malevolent wind turbine.
 

A charitable pamphlet of photography and oddities in aid of Médecins Sans Frontières. Limited number of copies - once they're gone, they're gone.