Visions.

"Gradvis skjuts staden ut ur universum av ett ständigt flödande mörker."

I seek perfection, even in my sentances.

"Invånarnas upplyshet avtar och bleknar bort. Torg som tidigare var bosatta av stånd på dagarna och tiggarbarn på natten ligger nu öde. De vanliga människorna på väg till sina vanliga jobb slutar att åka buss och tunnelbana på morgonen. Föräldrar slutar skjutsa sina barn till träningar av olika slag och barnen själva slutar att lära sig cykla. Invånarna slutar se meningen och tillslut slocknar de likt stjärnor en efter en och de som är kvar blir ensamma."

Also a reason why I lack of creativity. But for those who cannot read this, I do not even dare to translate it. Afraid of doing it wrong, not making the text justice.
So ... what did I want to accomplish by writing this? No, idea. Maybe truth, as always.
Oh, a translation by a kind friend of mine:

"Piece by piece the city is pushed out of the universe by a continuous flow of darkness. Its inhabitants informative minds diminish and fade away. Squares which was earlier occupied by stands during the day and child beggars by night now lie desolate. The regular people on their way to their regular jobs stop riding the bus and subway in the morning. Parents stop driving their kids to practice of different types and the kids themselves stop learning how to ride the bike. The inhabitants stop seeing the meaning and in the end they go out like stars one by one and the ones left find themselves alone."