Such suspense!
The one on the right is just fooling. No grass yet.
In Iceland, you look at the flow of life through a subconscious mind of ice from beyond the edge of the world, or …
…in Iceland, you look at the flow of the mind through a (melting and freezing) barrier of ice from beyond the edge of the world.
One could easily think about lesser things.
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Bessasstaðaá
As we can see here on Hverfisgata In Reykjavik, they’re all ghosts stories and the Icelanders are the ghosts within books their parents read, or they read when they were young themselves.
As you can see, the relationships between technology, Icelanders, and time is haunting and complex. It’s a language in and of itself.
Who else do you know who lives so deeply within books that they have a transit system within them?
Because waterfalls in basalt are the shape of skulls, the shallow bowls that catch the energy of life that is the world, they are great places to think.
Stekkalækur
It’s a good thing you don’t have to translate those thoughts into words.
Stekkalækur
To walk into these canyons is to walk away from story into poetry.
Bessastaðaá
Note the “field” on the upper right.
People used to live here. This was the boundary of a house field.
Stekkur
You didn’t look out. You looked in.
Wind! You’d lose the use of one ear most of the time if you didn’t.
A serious issue! Plus, it’s stylish, eh.
If you turn your head, you can hear even better, but you can’t always do that now, can you. You want to, like stand still.
All together now!
There’s no arguing with it. It’s a thing.
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Skriðuklaustur