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PostsPosted by Floyd E. Vawter Fri, August 04, 2017 22:51:45
Another week, another highly delayed post. I just haven't bothered or remembered to be honest, but I did tell myself that I would write about this, and to whomever who follows my instagram story as well (Link above). So yeah. Last weekend I was back in my hometown Sandnes for a few days, and I dread that place :/

(One of my most curious belongings. A child size coffin, that I have been wanting to bring over to Oslo and convert to a coffee table <3 Been having this in my bedroom for awhile)

("Ruten" - the main bus-terminal. This is where everyone would gather, as well as all the junkies, alcoholics, misfits, etc that would just hang out here. I also got assaulted here years ago. Was not very pleasant )

(Years ago, this was a shoddy parking house. Now it's a fancy mall thingie with a mall-tattoo shop, which is quite unusual here. I feel sorry for the poor sodds. That shop was really nice though and a friend of mine works there. So I had to stop by to say hello)

Growing up, it was all fine etc. I had school, friends, things to do, more green area around, farms and fields. When I went back it all seems like a constant expansion project.. No fields or forests, just highway, construction sites, and rows upon rows of housings. It's a grey area.. It's always been that, and it's one of the few places I'm actually afraid to go out alone on a weekend night. It's a small place, which makes me an easy target, because I'm "different".

(One of the better attractions of the town, our local cemetery. Well one of them. As proper outcasts, we used to hang out here when we were grim teenagers. Now we're just grim..)

(This used to be some really nice fields leading up to a nice small forest..)

(This is where I went to school.. 8th to 10th grade.. perhaps the worst years of my life. We called this place a prison run by a religious lunatic.. and it kinda was)

Not sure how things really are there anymore though. I did not bother going out in the evenings, but I walked around during the days. It completely drained me. Like "an energy draining vortex" a friend of mine said. I could not agree more.

(Our fortress of a home. It doubled in size the past years.. This used to be a really lovely house built after WWII.. It was falling apart, but it really felt like a home. I had my large basement art studio bedroom, with paint stains, halfway melted floor and water-damaged walls as the windows would leak when it rained <3 ..now it's all shined up and most memories have left these walls..)


(Stavanger.. this place I enjoy, despite I can't really feel it anymore. Still home to some of the most wonderful people I know, and some years ago we played a gig here, which was absolutely amazing <3 I guess I just miss the old days here of punk and mayhem :) )

(The old part of Stavanger, or Old Stavanger as we call it. I really like these streets. So idyllic and fairly quiet. Too bad the housing prices here are stupidly high.. I never roamed these streets much. I was on the other side of this city mostly.)

There is nothing left for me there.. It's neighbor city Stavanger is a place I will always cherish, but even that place is not what it used to be. We had a wonderful run! I'm glad to be here in Oslo. Sorry I don't have anything slightly positive to say about it, but the positive part about Sandnes was shut down and demolished years ago. Thank you for all the memories <3