A photo in Kate Bergdorf’s Flickr stream pointed me in the direction of Furillen, a rather desolate looking sim by Serene Footman which rather matched my mood this morning.  But oh what beauty there is to be found sometimes in desolation.

The description of the sim reads: “An island off the northeast coast of Sweden. Once a limestone factory, now a hotel. Remote, bleak, beautiful.”  Kate knows of my fondness for raw concrete structures.  It’s a taste I’m not entirely sure I understand.

Part of it I do.  I grew up during the fading echoes of the space age.  The Apollo program had only eighteen months remaining when I was born, but the ripples of that atomic future, dreamt up in the aftermath of the Second World War, still pervaded the children’s media any young boy without an interest in football was likely to explore.  The shelf-life of all that sort of stuff was…