Simon Stålenhag
Living in the reality you’ve been born into, the will to survive and thrive giving you the strength to shake off uncertainty, to ignore desolation, to see not a life in ruins, but a life that will continue tomorrow. It’s a small struggle—can feel impossibly minute under the umbra of distant, gloomy government machinery and the ever present spectre of corporations praising the profit quarter after quarter. Sometimes one is tempted to tune out the pitched battled that will inevitably conclude with death, to seek some chemical or cyber nirvana. Quick fixes, though, end in emptiness. The warm spark of human companionship will prove time and again to be the only sustaining joy. So it is for all of us; so it is in Simon Stålenhag’s work.
