CaressTheMass Fanzine

Hello! Thank you for coming over, I promise the meat is hot and the table set for one more (yes you). This is my own freestyle magazine, also known as fanzine. Here I publish anything and everything that I do and other artists do, think, say and create. It is not only entertainment but a meeting point for artists and writers. I do this because I enjoy freedom, encouragement, organisation, layout, illustration, and COOL projects. Anyone can be part of it, you can love it or fart on it. 

And the best part, It's free! 

 

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Caress The Mass Magazine 

(Language: Swedish, English)

A mixed artists collaboration.

 

 

Currently available;

Issue #1, June, 2023

Issue #2, June, 2024

Issue #3, April, 2025

Music Travels Through Walls, 2023 (Language: English)

An Autobiography 2020-2023

 

 

There is something that I might have to talk to you about. Well, WANT to talk to you about. I just want you to know that I don’t always feel great. It is a very hard-to-reach thing to even feel good.

I can’t tell you why.
But I’ll at least tell you something.

 

The Dangers of Falling, (Language: Swedish)

Four ways of loving and loosing, depicted in four short stories.

 

"DSBM, The Abyss of Sound", featured in VETOmagasin; 

MY SOUL ON HOLIDAY (2023)

 

Dear soul,

 

I have been trying to write to you, after several failed attempts to speak to you. It is why I have been so quiet, for I can not find the right words. And if it weren't that you were slipping through my fingers, maybe starting a conversation wouldn’t be that hard. But expecting that you will always have the urge to hand me that conversation was naive. But it was just that hesitant movement of reaching out, turning into no movement at all, alerting me that some part of me had in fact gone. Holidays or forever more.

Now, I still don’t know where you are, but I have accepted that you have gone missing. As I am waiting for your potential resurrection, I will gather the bits and pieces of the life you’ve led through my bodily frame.

I will be hollering my gaze upon the marks of my form, like following the black outlines of a cartoon. I will be pushing my mind physically and mentally against the door you left through. And what will I find?

 

What did I find without the presence of a soul?

There was always the imagination. Not of my body, not of my presence, not of any part of me, other than the part of my abilities. The ability to give birth to an imagination. Inside of me, there was a small village, a consciousness, an inner child in which strange symbols, anomalies appeared behind the village of consciousness. And objectively I can see what is going on. Subjectively I must analyze the situation of the fishing men blindly searching for a gigantic lump of fish in the sky. And wondering, how come it is so far from sea too sky. It is not meant to reach heaven that quickly, because only those who reach heaven have not yet had the time to corrupt earth. And those who force fish into heaven, and then stand by it, will never reach a higher spirituality. With or without soul. I will always know my morality. 

The sun, however. When there is black and white, there will always be gray. And however much the sun shines in my imaginative world, it will be nothing more than a hot lump of gray. The representation of happiness, but where the expression differs from the normal. What the human soul brought and planted in me was of a midas touch. And so, everything I touch will be stung by the poison of happiness throughout my village of imagination. If the sun did not shine so bright, maybe it wouldn't have the urge to cool itself down on people around me. 

Happiness is not the same as goodness, some people should not be happy for the good of others. Not when their soul is on holiday. 

 

Hope to see you soon,

Sincerely, Your host.